His loud, abrupt screaming came short as he hit the yellow carpet, and groaned, his gloved hand grabbing at the fabric as he lay there.

Miller now pulled his hand up to his concealed face, knocking the camera over by accident as he did so.

"Am I alive..?" He murmured, getting up onto his feet.

"Ground, come in. Ground, please come in! I’m not quite sure what just happened. Ground! Please come in!"

Miller spoke, voice muted, and upon no reply, he’d pick up the camera, dusting it off.