It's a cloudy fall day. Skye, dressed for the weather in sneakers, gray leggings, a longsleeve croptop and a gray beanie, is way off the path on the other side of the hill. She slides down the bank and towards what seems like a small pond. She steps out onto the shore but quickly sinks down to her thighs into a foul mire. She begins to struggle, and slowly the ooze engulfs her, inch by squelching inch. Gasping and struggling, and grabbing at her clothing, she sinks all the way up to her neck before calling out for help. Will someone rescue her?