Raegan knew she couldn't count on luck to prevent her from dozing off and falling.

Looking around in desperation, panic started to set in. When hope seemed lost, she spotted slight movements in the vines close to her hollow. An idea sparked. She tried reaching out for the vines.

But the moment she moved, rocks above tumbled down.

Frightened, Raegan flattened herself against the mountainside, and the stones hit the tire, rolling off silently. This showed just how deep the drop was.

Raegan dared not even breathe, worried more rocks would come crashing down.

Maintaining still for a while, the ache in her body grew worse.

With no signaling devices and unable to call for help loudly, Raegan didn't know how much longer she could hold on. In this dire situation, waiting meant certain death.

In her deepest despair, voices echoed nearby.

“Anyone here?"

"Is somebody out there?"

"Miss Foster!"

“Raegan!""

It sounded like salvation! Raegan heard it clearly. It was Mitchel!

How had he come here? Wasn't he supposed to be in Ardlens?

Overwhelmed with relief, Raegan began to call out, "Mi..."

But before she could say more, the sound of her voice dislodged another stone.

Raegan was paralyzed with fear, afraid to move or make any noise.

The sounds of the search party calling for her slowly disappeared.

Panic surged within Raegan. Feeling completely lost, she noticed the vines beside her moving gently. This sparked an idea. She reached out again and this time, successfully grabbed two vines.

Carefully, she tied the vines together and started swinging them. The length of the vines meant even small movements could cause noticeable disturbances on the ground.