You drop and run, but fear that you are too late, far too late...
The crash is behind you. That is good. The bag has landed badly, and is going to fall on top of you. That is bad.
Yet the bag does not fall. You do not die. Looking up, you see that the owner of the bag has stopped it with their foot, propping it up. It is like a goddess holding up the sky.
It is a goddess indeed that extends her leg to hold back the falling mountain, and you prostrate yourself before her in thanks. You're not sure if she can see you, but you don't care.
Her left foot still stands on the ground, enclosed in an immense sandal, like so many of the other girls here today. The leg sweeps upwards to a height beyond your imagining, and you gain no further clues as to your saviour's identity.
Perhaps you should try and get some. It shouldn't be too hard to get her attention, if you put your mind to it.
Alternatively, you could abandon such a foolish notion and get back to your original plan.
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