katherine walton crouched two three young daughters.amboa, she and two young children played dead all this time, they moved once and were instantly shot at. as a man approached them, faith held her position but he wasn't a terrorist. he was a police officer. >> baby, baby, touching my daughter, baby, baby. are you okay? are you okay? i said, wow. in my mind this must be a good person. not are we alive? are we okay? and then he said, it's safe. it's safe. it's the police. >> faith's 9-year-old daughter was the first to move. >> my daughter put up her head, hesitant and asked him, are you with the bad guys? because, i mean, i was looking down. i was scared. i thought they have come where we are. so my daughter put her head up and too late to tell her to go back down, engage the policeman in a conversation. are you with the bad people? mama, look up. >> and then, almost against the instincts, faith began to trust. >> when i looked up, i saw the civilian jacket. i didn't know who he was. not in a uniform. and then he as we sat up, i saw the