Snow awoke several hours later on the cave floor. He was covered in loose dirt and rocks, and his head was throbbing. Looking around, he saw nobody else. His crutch was but a foot away from his right hand, but when he tried to move, he realized his left arm was stuck. Looking over he saw a decent sized boulder was leaning against the wall to his left, and putting enough pressure to keep his arm pinned, but not enough to cause excruciating pain. He reached with his right arm for his knife and tried using its length to grab the crutch, with success. The blade's back slid down the neqrest edge and he was able to drag the cruth over. Sweat was dripping into his eyes, mixing with dirt and stinging like hell. Wedging the crutch under the boulder got him enough leverage to squeeze his atm out, and he climbed to his feet, hobbling back outside.