It was the fall that surprised me most. I was jerked strongly by the safety cord. I looked below my feet and all I saw was emptiness. I couldn't control myself I started screaming at the top of my lungs for help. But I already knew I was in way over my head. Above me somewhere were my pickaxes and my backpack and my expedition crew. I tried desperately to get a grip on the slick walls. It was no use. I was stuck in this abyss of ice and emptiness. I rubbed the tears out of my eyes and tried climbing up the rope a little. My fingers couldn't get a grip and I of course was still freaking out. I stopped trying to lift myself and hung in silence. Suddenly I heard the rope beginning to fray. I lunged for the wall and couldn't find a handhold. I was going to die. The rope snapped and I began to fall quickly. Just as I was about to hit the bottom I somehow grabbed onto a handhold amongst all of the ice. A shout roused me from my unconciousness. I looked up and I noticed one of my crew lowering himself to grab me and take me to the surface.