Rory is dizzy from the anxiety in her chest pressing into her ribs, and for the moment she can do nothing but run. This has to be a nightmare, it has to be, there is no way this is happening otherwise. You'd think it would be easier to just keep running if it was a dream though, but that's not the case; she does have to stop eventually, and she falls on her knees next to a crack on the ground. It seems she's made it quite close to the mountain.

She takes a moment to catch her breath and hold her bad knee that's complaining about running so much so soon after her injury. Then the light from the crack brings her back to her senses. Well, that's new, but not the first new thing she's encountered today. Her curiosity beats her nervousness on this one, and she digs up a rock from her pouch to drop into it.

[Rory drops a small rock into a crack.]