Calvo and Number Twelve seperated (follow Number Twelve)

There was a loud rumble and the next thing Number Twelve knew, the ground under her feet gave way. Before she or her ex-prisoner could do anything, Number Twelve was dropping down and into the jungle.

It was the structure of the cliff side and the indigineous plant life that saved Number Twelve from **** or serious injury. About twenty feet below the ledge that Number Twelve had dropped from, the cliff started slanting outward twenty degrees. The cliff side itself was thoroughly covered with a soft, spongy moss that prevented the nude Number Twelve from being covered with abrasions. As she continued sliding down, the slope of the cliff eventually was about forty-five degrees. At the bottom of the cliff, Number Twelve's momentum was broken by a large fern-like growth. Still shaken, Number Twelve made it to her feet, amazingly none the worst for wear after her unexpected 'fall.' She looked around and found herself in a small clearing, surrounded by...