of hitting the ground had thrown Tom down and knocked the wind out of him. Sarah rushed to his side, kneeling over and rubbing his forehead.
“Tom . . . wake up! Get up!” she pleaded frantically, giving his body a gentle shake.
“This can’t be happening. Not to you!”
For a moment Sarah felt the pain of losing her best friend. She shook his body again, but he still didn’t move.
Determined, she opened the storage bin and grabbed the jug of water, dumping its entire contents on his face.
“What the . . . who . . . stop!” he yelled out, shocked by the sting. “What — are — you — doing?”
“Are you out of your mind?”
“Oh, Tom,” she said sweetly, dropping the jug. “You’re alive!”
“Of course I am,” he grumbled, feeling somewhat dazed.
Sarah hugged him tightly.
“What’d you do that for?” he complained, shaking free from her grasp.
She smiled nonchalantly. “No reason.”
“Whatever,” he said indifferently, not knowing what he had done to warrant such attention.
Tom wearily got up and wiped his face. He wobbled a bit, still dizzy from his fall.
They grabbed a hammer, rope and two stakes from the storage bench and leaped over the side.
This was the first time their feet had touched solid ground in almost fifteen hours. The initial sensation was unsettling but soon felt wonderful. Sarah marveled at their journey and how she had overcome her fear of heights.
They worked rapidly, pounding in the stakes and firmly securing the ropes. Just as Tom threw the hammer in the basket, a group of policemen arrived.
“Hey, you two!” shouted an officer. “Don’t move!”
Tom and Sarah instantly bolted in the opposite direction, sprinting around the barn and down a dirt road. The policemen quickly pursued.
After navigating through a forest of shrubbery and across an open field, Tom and Sarah stumbled onto Magdalen College.