By the grace of God, or just good flying, her plane hadnt impacted into the ground. The huge trees that she had seen, just before she had been thrust forward and hit her head on the yoke, which knocked her out, had cushioned her planes impact and slowed it down to the point where the fuselage was mostly intact.<br/><br/>It would never fly again of course, but she had  no way of knowing that. The light blue jeans, tshirt, comfortable boots and dark brown flying jacket, that had been a gift from her father, all fit her well.<br/><br/>Distantly as she began to regain consciousness, she felt like she was being moved, then lowered down. Had she indeed survived the crash. She knew the statistics  like any other pilot. 95% of all crashes were fatal, so if she was indeed alive, then she had well and truly beaten the odds.<br/><br/>Wincing as she opened her eyes, she tried to focus on the figure above her who was checking her out, but her vision was blurry, and she was cold as well. "Am I alive", she said soflty and tried to get up, but her head only pounded harder when she did that, forcing her to lay back down.