The last thing you remember is standing on the edge of that hole and the ground suddenly giving away. Now you're slowly coming to, in a small flowerbed illuminated by the slightly enlarged hole hundreds of feet above you. Suddenly you hear movement and see something moving in the shadows.

A human... You've fallen down, haven't you? I look at you with pity.

It's a female voice, and soon she comes close enough to be out of the shade.