Only by her daily training was Sandy able to keep a grip with one hand while reaching with the other. Her fingers groped at the air and her arm trembled with the effort while her legs continued to lash out trying to find something to push off of. Her body swung back and forth over the grinding clinking gears below.

She couldn't scream out for help. She wouldn't even cry. She just focused all she could on Pruna's hand and for just a moment the constant noise in her head fell silent.

Their fingers brushed together in vain.