Well I have to at least try to climb back up, thought Nova. She looks around for a sturdy place to start her climb. She grabs a ledge barely big enough for her fingers to grip onto. Slowly she begins her ascent up.
After a few slip ups Nova sees the edge of the hole. She blows her hair out of her eyes and reaches up and grabs hold of the edge. She swings her other arm over and now has both hands on the edge.
She pops her head up to see a pair of boots. Slowly she follows the body up to the face a weathered wrinkly face of an old man. He looks down on Nova with a toothy smile. The man has a messy mop of gray hair and a beard. Nova looks at him with an exasperated look. "Could you help me up please?"