Clementine is glad to see Sandy pulled to safety but all the while her own grip is growing more strained, her knucles turned nearly white with the effort of holding on and she can still feel herself slipping.

The sound of gears somehow grows louder and more terrifying by the second in her perception. Her own panicked breathing and small gasps of fear are drowned out by their relentless grinding.

"I can't hold on much longer!" she calls up urgently.