The rope itself was the only spare piece she could find and had a few inches of metal wrapped round the end for added weight.
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Tifa smiled to herself, it had taken some doing, and somewhere between gathering parts, wading through the mountains of frustrating wiring, re-flooring her basement, soundproofing her basement and missing endless meals and nights of sleep she had wondered if she’d ever get it done, but there it was.
Tifa got into the log on her back and pulled a rope towards her, the spare piece of rope was a last fail-safe, it was tied securely to the second lever because she couldn’t reach it from the log, however to keep the mood she’d ordered herself only to use it once she was level with the lever or in an emergency.
