Kaitlyn was having a fairly good day, and was a fairly good driver, and the weather in Brockton Bay was fairly good.

Unfortunately, when the street collapses underneath you (sinkhole? poor maintenance? tunneling supervillains?), there isn't much way to drive out of it. When the banging about stopped, she found herself hanging from her seat belt in complete darkness, face barely above the water that flooded in through the car's shattered windows.

A wet, filthy, and painful hour later, she is free of the car and has determined that

• her left leg is broken;
• her laptop and phone are both dead of water ingress;
• this flooded crevice in the earth has no apparent exits to the side nor a miraculous ladder;
• whatever this hole is, it is really deep and not in a straight line to the surface; and
• yelling as much as her aching ribs allow has not managed to summon help.

It’s really not looking very good.