Ahnost blank. As she stood there, breathing deeply, the first image that came to mind was a tall glass of ice-cold water. Maybe that was hysteria, she thought.

Her eyes felt rusty from sand and lack of sleep. She blinked them, then started to rub them, and realized she was still gripping the rock. She looked at it for a moment and was still looking at it, still not really thinking about anything, when she heard a low groan off to the side.

David was struggling to his feet, and Jenny dropped the rock and limped toward him. She felt so much relief that her eyes finally filled, and she

knew her emotions were waking up.

"You're all right," she said. "Fm so glad you're all right."

"Uh-huh." He touched his head gingerly, wincing as he felt the bump on it.

Jenny winced, too, in sympathy. "I'm sorry," she said. "I thought you ... I didn't know."

But he was already up on the rock with her, his arms around her. She felt him take a deep, shaky breath and let it out, and she knew his emotions were working, too.

They stood together for a minute, not saying anything, and then Jenny pulled away and pointed. "Dean's down there," she said. "He fell. I don't know if he's dead or not." She swallowed hard and felt her knees start to shake. Now reaction was setting in.

A look of amazement in his eyes, David went to the edge of the rock and peered over. After a minute, he said, "He's alive. I can see him moving a little. I don't think he's fully awake, though."

*We have to call an ambulance," Jenny said.

David nodded. "I used my dad's car." He smiled faintly. "I'd have found you faster if I'd had a flashlight. There is a C.B. in the car, though. I'll use it to get an ambulance here." He helped her sit down. "I'll be back for you in a few minutes."

Jenny scooted herself to the edge of the rock and watched him run, leaping over rocks and bushes, all the way to his car. She hadn't seen it earlier; it was parked on the other side of hers. He wasn't in

it long. Soon, he was hurrying back, carrying something floppy, probably a blanket. She saw him go to Dean and kneel beside him, and then she turned her eyes away.

The clouds were starting to break up, and a big section of the rimrocks was turning rosy. It was going to be a sunny day, she thought. Her parents would have good flying weather. She thought about going to bed and setting her alarm in time to meet them, then decided she'd better not. Once her head hit a pillow, she was going to sleep for a long, long time. A brass band outside her window might wake her, but an alarm clock didn't stand a chance.

She could hear David's voice. Dean must be awake, she thought. But she still didn't look at them. She didn't want to see Dean. She knew he needed help, psychiatric help, and she hoped he'd get it, even though she hadn't recovered enough to feel sorry for him yet. She was angry, but not so angry that she was afraid she might hit him or yell at him. She simply didn't want to see him, ever again.