...当她回到那条小的白色货车上时,她听了自己的呼吸,感到自己的心猛烈地打动。她不知道自己在哪里找到了勇气,但是它已经在那儿,就像废弃的采石场底部的水一样深。(...as she made her way back to the tiny white van she listened to her own breathing and felt her own heart thumping wildly. She had no idea where she had found the courage, but it had been there, like the water at the bottom of a disused quarry--unfathomably deep.)