Handy landed bodily on the lip of the cave and scrambled his arms to hold his balance to keep from falling. He grabbed at the ground and succeeding in digging his fingers around solid rock to keep him from falling. His lungs burned with effort. He glanced over; the unicorn had survived, his hooves struggling to pull himself up, his lower half threatening to pull him to his death. “WARM!” Handy shouted desperately. The unicorn turned, just pulling himself up. “THE LEVER! OVER THERE!” Handy shouted, nodding his head vigorously in the direction of the lever.