Menachem wouldn't tell her he was sure there was a couple of people out there who would have liked to have done the deed. "I give you my word, no one put me here. I just walked into it in the middle of the night. If I'm a liar, I'll let them finish the job another time!"

He saw the rope and wrapped his arms around it to hold on tight as his other leg began kicking at the stone that covered his foot. He winced but felt it shift enough he wiggled his damaged limb free. "Pull me up!" He looked up and started to feel hope again. Nothing brought him joy like that rope in his hands at the moment, he only hoped the smell was unrelated to its strength and it wouldn't snap.