At a crossroads in more ways than I could have possible known or understood at the time, I dropped my backpack to the mossy floor and raced towards her. I had no plan, nor means, nor tools to use in the rescue. I only knew that I must do something, anything to attempt to help her, even if it meant my own death. As I reached her, she trustingly moved to give me access to the tethering vine. As I examined it, I realized that we were doomed. There was no possible way for me to loosen or tear a fibrous vine that seemed bigger than was possible.