It seems like an epic story, I've been searching for years, walking all over the hills of this old-timey country. Now, I finally found the girl I've been looking for. We knew each other as children or teenagers, and she went away, starting a search for years and years. Finally I find her on the bank of the river, so young and beautiful, just like I remember her. We are so happy to see each other again, we hug and kiss and begin to travel together up the river.

It is night, and we come to this high wooden bridge, but it doesn't cross the river, it just allows passage along the left bank, very high up above the water. Myself and my traveling companion make our way up onto the bridge, accompanied by a guide who is showing us the way, but the bridge is old and decaying, and can barely carry our combined weight. It starts to sway and the wood starts to crack, and I realize that the only way to save my companions is to get my weight off the bridge. So I just let go, and fall about 40 feet *plunk* into the river, where I start to swim and call out to my friends to continue without me.