Bina very slowly edges her way back to the ledge, keeping her weight on the line. On the other side of the platform, the metal of the tripod creaks and groans.



"Almost… there!" she says. "You. Dead. Emmie!?"

"Not yet!" comes the faint reply.

She pulls on the other end of the line, the line she climbed, the line that should be several kilometers long at the very least.



It comes to her hand right away.