It's night, and I'm arriving with somebody, probably Vera, and my dogs at this hillside park, which features this steep hike on this scaffolding on the cliffside. We're at the top of the cliff, and the first route I see is almost like a ladder. I say it's too steep for the dogs to go down. But then there's another route that is more like a stairway - we could go down that - and I think there's even another path that is much longer and less steep. I think we'll take the middle route.

Also at the top of this cliff is a platform at about waist-high, connected with the scaffolding that makes up the ladders and stairs, which I climb up on. Bella jumps up on the platform too, and runs around up there, sniffing around the edges like a dog does. Then she jumps off the platform and... doesn't quite make it down to the next level. She misses the jump, catches the edge of the floor with her front paws for a second, but her butt is off the edge, and then she falls down into the darkness. I watch for a few seconds as she falls off into the darkness, bouncing off the rods and crossbars that make up the scaffolding, soon lifeless, no way she could survive that fall.