Head first down a well. She must be insane. Her body thrashes as if she’s fitting, and she is: it’s panic, pure and black in the ice water. One foot bangs hard against stone, and it hurts like hell. Broken toe, perhaps. Brings her to her senses, sort of. Her hands are numb, but she can still feel the weight of the copper, the drag of the hose. (Don’t let go of the hose. Not head first. Don’t.)