And it was the knot he had tied uniting the lengths that he was now looking at. Gazing in utter horror as it slowly came undone. He looked down, seeing nothing but darkness beneath him. His eyes widened in alarm at the very real prospect of death. “PULL ME UP! PULL ME UP RIGHT THE FUCK NOW!” he bellowed, panicking. He felt the rope tug as the griffon tried to comply with his demands, right before it slipped a few more precious centimetres. He looked up one last time, just as the ropes undid their connection, and Handy fell away, watching the light of the well grow distant as he was lost beneath crash of water and the suffocating darkness.