Brennan spent several long hours, sitting on the mountain, thinking about her options. With several broken bones in her right leg, it would be difficult to climb up or down without extreme pain.

And while her position was secure, it was still precarious. Where she ended up was steep, and one wrong move could send her further down the mountain.

Her pack had been securely fastened to her as she fell. Taking it from her back, she inventoried her supplies. Three protein bars, a GPS that told her exactly how far from the trail and civilization she now was, several bottles of water and an extra sweatshirt.

In the side pockets she found a package of crushed crackers, a small pocket knife and a paracord bracelet. Brennan smiled when she remembered Parker giving her the small gift before she left for Maluku. He'd been so serious; he guaranteed she could use the cord for anything.

"Twelve hours," she said aloud, again amazed to find herself talking to no one. "If in twelve hours no one has found me, I'll come up with a plan."

Experimentally, she planted her left foot and pushed back, just to see if she could do it. Excruciating pain in her right leg caused her to cry out, but she did move back up the mountain a little. She supposed, if no one found her, she would be able to maneuver to a different location, given enough time and energy.