Mel looked at the man, Goner and nodded, her eyes wide as she felt the harness bite.  She was afraid, but she trusted him and the others.  She felt the slack taken up and then she was being lifted.  She whimpered, feeling herself slowly raised.  She was so cold, and felt so tried.  Slowly she rose, pulled from the depths, seeing her friends, the other men.  She was shuddering hard, flithy dirty and so very cold.  Her ankle was throbbing and she wanted to cry in gratitude.<br/><br/>Guided by gentle hands she was lain down.  She was shivering hard now, pale, shocked.  "So cold" she whispered, "my ankle hurts" she felt like a child, scared, afraid and so so cold.