You held onto Mr Puzzles' hand, stopping him from falling into the deep pit below that would most likely lead to his demise or severe injury.

However, in your other hand, you held a very important object that you hold dear. It held so many memories. You hesitated. Your grip was faltering and you could only save one.

Mr Puzzles looked up at you in desperation. "Come on! You wouldnt let your old friend die, would you?" He pleaded, feeling your grip very slowly begin to slip.