A loud shriek came from the cave. It sounded like a dying cat, however it wasn't a dying cat. It was a girl having her arm cut off. Gruesome, I know but it was the only way to escape. In the cave Emma's arm plopped onto the floor spewing a pool of blood. Tom was able to cut the rope with another rock. He tore a piece of fabric from his scarf and wrapping it around her arm.