Despite the awful night before, Clara woke early just as Elpis beams colored the eastern horizon lavender. The first thing she noticed was her terribly stiff back; the second was that she was perched thirty feet from the ground. She squirmed at the restraining shirt's pressure under her arms, winced at the smell of her clothing, and wished above all else for something to drink.
I...need....contact...with...Silva....aaaaaah!