Nancy raced across the stage. She saw George thrust out an open hand and grab one of the metal grids as she was tossed off the collapsing bridge. She was dangling by the fingertips of her right hand from the metal catwalk that was bouncing up and down like a diving board. Only one end was bolted to the wall now. “I’m barely holding on!” George yelled. “I’m slipping! Can you get me down?” Nancy jumped for the end of the walk, which hung above her head, but she couldn’t reach it. “What’s going on here?” a male voice behind Nancy shouted. From out of nowhere Nicholas Falcone appeared, Joseph right behind him. “It’s George!” Nancy yelled, pointing up at her friend. “She’s going to fall!” “I’ll get her!” Nicholas said. He leapt for the end of the walk, and Nancy watched as he pulled himself hand over hand up the dangling catwalk grids. “I’m on my way, kid!” he called up to her. “Hang on.” When Nicholas reached George, he braced himself well and wrapped an arm tightly around her waist.
