Trisha could feel the plant work it's way up her legs and past her hips. She shut her eyes tight, not wanting to see what was to come (not that she could see very well anyway without her glasses). It was when all hope was nearly lost, and the thought of just letting go at it's peak when a voice sliced through her panic and despair like a razor blade. Hope replaced despair, and she said one word: "Hurry!"<br/>Still Trisha kept her eyes shut, but she tightened her grip upon the tree, knowing that she may not be down and out just yet...