"I don't think this is a good idea."
I sighed. "Sandra you've been saying that for the past hour. If you're not going to jump then let's head back to the others."
"No, I—" She paused. "I can do it."
I held back another sigh as a strong wind blew against the mountain top we were on. Clouds partially covered a dim sky that had just moments ago been bright. The weather seemed to be far more erratic, which must have been due to our proximity to the great scar. I glanced around at the wet rock and spare tree still dripping with dew from the rainfall that had occurred a few hours ago. From cold and rainy, to bright and sunny, and now to this depressing tone.
"Sandra you've been practicing this for weeks," I assured. "You can do this, and even if you panic it's not like you'll get hurt."
