Unlike Wile E., though, she doesn’t fall to her death.

She just, like, has a breakdown.

First, she freezes in place. Hugs the wall and tries not to look down again and looks down anyway, and then it’s like in slow motion, she kind of collapses. She presses up against the wall and sinks down to her hands and knees, and Dawn can’t see Kyla’s face but she can tell she’s sobbing.

Her whole body is shaking. Her head’s down between her shoulders. She twists and tries to look back toward where Dawn and Amber et al. are watching, tries to maybe shuffle backward on her hands and knees, but it doesn’t work so well. She shuffles a handful of loose stones right off the edge, and her left leg nearly slips off after them, and she screams and freezes in place again and just stays there, crying and shaking and refusing to move.

It’s no bueno.

Warden is the first to react, on the opposite side. Smooth as can be, he picks his way to where the ledge begins, hunches down into a squat and looks like he’s preparing to crawl out there to Kyla and get her.

“It’s all good,” he calls out to her, his voice barely audible over the wind. “You’re all good, babe. I’m coming for you.”

But he isn’t, though. Because before he can make a move, Christian’s behind him, his hands on Warden’s shoulders, pulling him back, even as Warden tries to fight him off.

An argument ensues. Dawn can’t make out what Christian is saying, but the gist is that Warden’s not going back out there.

(You can imagine how Warden takes this news.)

Warden tries to push past Christian, and for a brief, heart-stopping moment, the guys are wrestling at the top of the cliff, and Brandon and Evan are watching, real close and edging closer like hyenas to a fresh kill, and Alex is trying to get between them and play peacemaker, and Dawn closes her eyes and looks away, thinking this can only end in disaster—and praying Warden isn’t the one who dies.

But Warden doesn’t die.

Neither does Christian.

Before the two guys can do anything really stupid, Amber blows the whistle on them. Like, literally. Somewhere in her safety kit she has a whistle and she digs it out and blows it like the world’s highest-altitude referee, the piercing shriek even scaring the wind into momentary silence.

Christian and Warden stop cliff-wrestling. They kind of shove each other a little bit as they retreat to their corners, like guys do when they really want the other guy to know they’re the alpha.

But they retreat anyway, and look across the chasm at Amber—who stares back, looking furious—and at Kyla, who is still frozen solid on that two-foot-wide ledge.