I fell, backwards, off a bridge in Virgina. When I climbed back up I held my arm out to the guys and said, "That's either thick mud or a lot of blood." It was blood. The otter took me back through the woods to his house and cleaned it out then bandaged it. I'll probably draw this scene again in the future, as I improve. I would really like to see that moment as a piece that better reflects the scene.