"OK... here goes..."

The next twenty seconds as Miku brought the bleeding Corsair down onto the runway seemed to stretch out into eternity. She could hear her heart pounding in the confines of her flight helmet, so loud in fact that she barely heard the squeak of her tires contacting the runway and beginning to roll, before pulling the throttle lever right back and engaging the thrust reverser.

Slowly, she turned the smoking plane off the runway and onto the apron, pulling up where the marshaller directed her and cutting the engine. And just sat there as the adrenaline rush finally hit her. 

She was still alive.