Throw yourself at the ground and miss. That’s what Arthur Dent had done, what the Whale and Petunia hadn’t managed. Satire, wonderfully brilliant and completely appropriate as Alyssa watched the ground rising to meet her.
After the inevitable Tom Petty, a horrid lyric leapt to mind. He jumped from 40,000 feet, forgot to pull the cord. She hadn’t forgotten, it just hadn’t worked. Same with the backup, and she didn’t have much faith in the automatic release right now.
Alyssa stretched out her limbs to slow her descent.
She might as well enjoy the view as she learned to fly.by