Nico found me the next day and coerced me to partner with him again, this time for the send. I agreed under specific circumstances: We would bring a skinny tag line for emergency retreat, and he would leave a fixed line from the top a hanging a few pitches down from the top, so we could jug out if we had to. Early in the morning, three days later, we were at the base of the wall. We both traveled much faster up the wall than before, and dispensed with first five pitches in a few hours. It began to rain, but the wall stayed dry.