She feels the ground move, her head clears. She feels lighter. She realizes she is being lifted up, away from the dark heaviness. She realizes something else too. The presence around her. There are people around her. Them. Helping her up. Pushing her above. Away from the darkness. She knows this now. She understands this. She looks at where she is now, the air is sweeter and everything is lighter. And she looks back down, the place she thought she had grown accustomed to. With the darkness and the solitary thoughts. She wants to be up here, but not with their help. She stares back down into the nothingness, and wishes she was there again. So she can climb back up, inch by inch, scraping and tearing her fingernails, and then, she thought, she'd feel better.