After a gust of wind blows across Cliff’s full frontal side, he realizes that Liz is gone. A stretch of treetops shaking along the lake’s horizon allows him to track her speeding across its forest.

Dumbfounded, Cliff just stands there until Liz shouts out from across the lake. He turns around to see her, across the lake, standing back atop the 50 foot ledge. Now fully dressed, she has his left-behind pants and tank top in her fingertips – dangling them over the cliff.