Sandy's fingers were already white from the tightness of her grip. In stark contrast her face was turning red from the effort as she put all of her strength into her right arm and reached with her left. The arm was shaking and her fingers groping on air as she felt pain shooting through her shoulder.

People never really understand how hard it is to just hang off of something till they try it with one hand. Somewhere in the back of her head she heard Shepard yelling at her to dig deep and push harder!

Sweaty, slick fingers curled around Pruna's hand and squeezed as tight as they dared. Suddenly Sandy's weight was half on Pruna which was a relief for Sandy's arm...but probably not for Pruna.