Go after her.

In a flash, you come to a halt and miraculously down't tumble down the ski slope. You move as fast as you can across the trail to where Melody fell off. Your eyes bulge from your head when you see her part way down the steep hill. The hill cuts off suddenly and becomes a straight down drop. And Melody is dangling over the edge of the cliff, holding on to a small, but sturdy rock. She looks up at you pleadingly.

"HELP!" She yells. "Please, Jack! I'm losing my grip!"

"I'm coming!" You shout. You immediatly pop out of your skis, knowing they would only be trouble here. You slide down the slope carefully on your side, feet first, trying to ease your way toward her without losing your own balance and tumbling after her.

"HURRY!" She shouts. "I can't hold on much longer!"

"I'm almost there!" You reassure her. But you can see you don't have that kind of time. Her grip is loosening and she looks to be seconds away from falling off the cliff. In a split second decision, you stop your careful planning and go into a full slide toward the cliff and Melody. Your speed increases tremendously and you pray you can come to a stop before you go over the edge with her.

As you approach the edge, you turn sharply on your side so your are sliding down the hill length-wise. You see Melody's hand let go of the rock and she screams. You quickly grab her arm as you try to come to a stop. Suprisingly, you manage to stop yourself before going over the edge and you're able to grab onto her. However, you weren't expecing her inertia to pull you along with her. Her falling body jerks you forward and you know you are about to tumble over with her. It looks to be about a twenty-five, maybe thirty foot drop and there are sharp rocks jutting out of the snow below. That's definitely not a drop you want to make. You quickly look around for something to grab hold of to steady yourself.