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“
I
am
amazed
you
let
me
take
control
,
”
I
shout
.
“
You
’
d
be
amazed
what
I
’
d
let
you
do
,
Miss
Steele
.
Back
to
me
now
.
”
I
feel
the
joystick
move
suddenly
,
and
I
let
go
as
we
spiral
down
several
feet
,
my
ears
starting
to
pop
again
.
The
ground
is
getting
closer
,
and
it
feels
like
we
could
be
hitting
it
shortly
.
Jeez
,
that
’
s
scary
.
“
BMA
,
this
is
BG
N
Papa
Three
Alpha
,
entering
left
downwind
runway
seven
to
the
grass
,
BMA
.
”
Christian
sounds
his
usual
authoritative
self
.
The
tower
squawks
back
at
him
over
the
radio
,
but
I
don
’
t
understand
what
they
say
.
We
sail
around
again
in
a
wide
circle
,
sinking
slowly
to
the
ground
.
I
can
see
the
airport
,
the
landing
strips
,
and
we
’
re
flying
back
over
Interstate
95
.
“
Hang
on
,
baby
.
This
can
get
bumpy
.
”
After
another
circle
we
dip
,
and
suddenly
we
are
on
the
ground
with
a
brief
thump
,
racing
along
the
grass
—
holy
shit
.
My
teeth
chatter
as
we
bump
at
an
alarming
speed
along
the
ground
,
until
we
finally
come
to
a
stop
.
The
plane
sways
then
dips
to
the
right
.
I
take
a
deep
lungful
of
air
while
Christian
leans
over
and
opens
the
cockpit
lid
,
clambering
out
and
stretching
.
“
How
was
that
?
”
he
asks
,
and
his
eyes
are
a
shining
,
dazzling
silver
gray
.
He
leans
down
to
unbuckle
me
.
“
That
was
extraordinary
.
Thank
you
,
”
I
whisper
.
“
Was
it
more
?
”
he
asks
,
his
voice
tinged
with
hope
.
