A branch is sticking up above the surface of the water. Gunnarsson can’t shift the lifeline in time and there’s a dull thud and some splashing. The digital connection to Hasse is lost. “We’ve lost contact,” Joona says. “He has to come up.” “Pull on the line three times.” “He’s not answering,” Gunnarsson says after pulling. “Do it again. Use more strength,” Joona says. Gunnarsson pulls three more times on the lifeline, and this time he gets an immediate response. “He pulled twice,” Gunnarsson says. “That means he’s coming up.” “The line is getting slack. He’s on the way up.” Gunnarsson looks upstream. “There’s more timber coming.” “He has to get up quickly,” Joona says. Gunnarsson counts ten huge logs heading swiftly toward the dam. He climbs down the other side of the railing as Joona reels in the lifeline with his good arm. “I see him.” Gunnarsson points at the blue wet suit moving like a flag in the current. Joona pulls off the sling and grabs the boat hook from the ground as the first log hits the wall two meters away.
