Every inch she crawls she's getting muddier and muddier ........more sobbing ...... more dust and rubble falls.... we hold our breath ...... oh good, there is her mobile just within reach of her fingertips ............. how convenient........sigh of relief ............. wait ...... o what a SHAME ..... there is no signal .......so blooming predictable ............ :))
I really like the Tootsie theory but how could Tootsie get her out ...... <scratches head with pen in mouth> ..... now let me think ......... maybe Tootsie jumps down the well, grabs her with her teeth and hauls her with all her failing dog strength up the sides of the well to safety ..... <Cue applause from all who are peering down, a hero's welcome> ......... I could write equally rubbish storylines. The writers should all be shoved down the well expecting us to believe this haha :))