• Ever since she was six, Maggie had wanted to be a professional rescue climber just like her dad. She spent seven years working to achieve that dream by coming to his rescue team practices and working the living day out of herself at the rock gym. For her thirteenth birthday, she was taken on her first rescue mission with her father and his team.

    The four of them (Ron, Alex, her father, and her) were climbing up a snowy mountain for that particular mission. They were all attached to the same rope and in an order that went like this: Ron, Alex, Maggie, and last her father Tristan. It wasn't the sturdiest rope hey had, but it was holding up well... until about two hundred feet from the ground. As Maggie reached for a hold, the part of the rope around her waist snapped.

    It only took a second to send her falling. Her father cried out her name and reached down. He managed to catch her foot.

    "Maggie! All you have to do is climb up me! Come on honey!" he called down to her. She pondered this as best she could through her pulse bursting out of her head and her father's slipping grip. At last she realized if she climbed him, his rope would break. It was her or her father. She gasped for air and choked. She had to do what was right.

    With one kick her father's grip fell away and freezing air rushed at Maggie. She screamed softly and braced herself. She hit a ledge about sixty feet down and the world went black.

    "No!" her father screamed. Ron and Alex knew he would jump after her... she was all he had. And as they all looked down at the semi bloody heap that was Maggie, the partners pulled Tristan back.

    "Look man... she's not just gonna hop up and climb to us. She's just not going to come back... from the dead." So they did all they could- kept going.

    A half hour later Maggies eyes split open. The back of her head hurt and she was sure it was gashed open. The world was red and she was alone.