A Dangling Divorce by Petra Michelle

FADE IN:

EXT. SIDE OF MOUNTAIN - DAY

The mountain seems bigger and the temperature colder since the start of the climb.

MARK (shouts) Nan! I can't hear you!

Approximately one hundred feet below; weak and frozen to the marrow,

NAN (musters) Set up camp at the next ridge!

Just then, a landslide reshapes the mountain top. Mark feels a steady tug on his rope.

MARK (looking down, panics) Nan?!

Nan appears through the settling snow, dangling below him.

MARK (shouts) Talk to me, Nan!

NAN For our divorce, we're snorkeling on Maui!

FADE TO BLACK