That’s a commercial license and instrument rating. We don’t own a multi-engine aircraft, unless you count the Bizjets in the charter hangar up in ...irmingham.“You might wanna think about the multi rating, though,” Cindy told me. “Just never know...”It’s funny. I’m seventeen, married over two years, possessor of a baccalaureate degree in engineering, a private pilot’s license, and here’s Cindy pushing me into more challenges.So we figured out how to spread out for the night. Dan 1.0 and Cindy. When I got in position, I found the entity coming since I didn’t know what it was yet. It was gliding in with a course right toward the roof of the hospital. I locked onto the energy from the heat friction was causing on the leading edge of the wings. I pulled them toward me. As soon as they felt it, they ejected from the device and pulled a parachute.Hey! I can use the Earth Sciences class from high school for something, after all.I did something similar to what weather witches could do. I. '"Yeah, sez me!"'What gives you the right to decide that the path someone else is on is a good or bad one?'"I give me the right."'Being a tad judgmental, aren't you? You're hardly more than a kid and there's a lot you still don't know and don't understand. Do you really feel that you can adequately judge the actions and motivations of the rest of the world?'"I'm not trying to judge the world. Only the individuals who've decided to lock horns with me."'Alright, fair enough. Nature gave you a. We still had about thirty minutes until we made it back to campus. I leaned my head on the window and locked my phone screen. Watching the dark trees go by, my eyes started to close, and I let them...I opened my eyes when I felt something push the seat down next to me. I looked to my left and saw a person was in my seat with me. Confused, I turned on my phone screen, and was surprised to see that it was Becca."Whoa, what are you sitting here for?" I said, looking at her. Becca slid her arm.