It's evening.
Jean is out alone
for her daily jog.
Suddenly, the world goes black.
She's run into thick fog.
She doesn't spot the quarry
till she steps over the edge.
The drop goes down one hundred feet
but Jean lands on a ledge.
There she clings on desperately,
fearing for her life.
`Help! Help!' she yells. `Help! Help! Help!...'
Will anyone hear her voice?