You hear the cry for help and reluctantly go to the cliff to see what the trouble is and if you can help. It is like a science fiction horror movie: a woman in a pink dress is clinging to a rock while a muscular slimy reddish brown arm has gotten hold of her leg. The large hand is busy pulling her down into a pit full of mud and leaves and who knows what else.
Outside the pit, a figure in blue robes, and two thugs in black, watch with interest as the woman is slowly being pulled deeper into the pit.
You want to save the lady but you are on a high cliff.
What do you do? Three things come to mind, but which one?
**This is where trails are mixed and paths are weaved, Now is the place where a Choice is conceived. **