Oh, for crying out loud. How could you have forgotten? Muttering to yourself under your breath, you manage to turn yourself around and crawl out the way that you came in.
You did zip up the main part of your bag, but if you're lucky you should be able to fit in through the gap at the very end. Following the trail of teeth through the dim light within the mountain, you come at last to the metal tag, half your height in itself.
Experimentally, you give it a tug. It ain't budging. Ah well, you guessed as much. Lucky that there is just enough room to squeeze past it...
Ouch! You weren't kidding about the 'just' part. Maybe you lost a little skin in that tight squeeze. Oh well, that's the least of your problems right now, and surely now that you're here a few setbacks can be taken in your stride.
It is a matter of moments to locate your 'phone. To your eternal relief, it's lying on its back, allowing you full access to its buttons. You'd never have been able to roll it over at your size.
As you approach, you wonder who you should call. Your girlfriend Naomi is the first person to spring to mind, and you know that you can trust her implicitly. With your life, even.
She's not likely to know a whole lot about how to help you, though. Perhaps you should just dial up the emergency services, and get some professional help?
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