After a couple of hours, he felt a deepnset depression set in as he had to come to terms that he was going to die down that hole and never be found. His family wouldn't even care, they'd just chalk it up to him getting into trouble again and going on the run or something. The only thing the man could do in his misery was go to sleep.

The next day, when he heard the bicycle, hope returned until he heard her voice. He wasn't certain st all and wondered where the hell she'd gone. He wasn't going to think on it too long as he called out as loud as his weak voice would allow, "down here!! Please! Get me out!"