Things seem to have turned around... at least until she turns around...

Rachel half-expected a gust of wind to blow away the small soggy dress, or a vicious attack dog to bowl her over the edge of the balcony. Instead she managed to grab the dress. Without stopping to put it on and risk being caught she dashed back to the ledge, emboldened by her previous success.

"Dob, 'ere ah comb" she said through a mouthful of light cloth, leaving her hands free to clamber across to her own balcony.

Or at least that was the plan.

Rachel got both feet onto the balcony ledge and was stepping across to her own when she lost her balance. As she began to fall between the two balconies toward the hard ground so far below she opened her mouth and screamed, the abused dress falling from her mouth.

Somehow her hands found both ledges, one legs dangling pushed against the side of her own balcony while the other was somehow still draped over her neighbors'. Her butt sagged downward toward the ground, leaving her shoulders and head above the railing with her hands and foot.

"Oh God, please don't let me die. I'll do anything, anything at all," she sobbed.