The last thing you coherently remembered wasn't the flight itself nor the flat spin – all you could collect was the preflight procedure, putting your helmet on, and settling into the co-pilot seat while Maverick took the front.

Nothing could've prepared Mav for the idea that he nearly lost someone so dear to him. Upon ejecting from the flat spin your F-14 was caught in, all that was on Mav's mind was you and whether you made it out past the canopy.

The rest was a blur. The searing pain in her shoulder as it roughly slams into the side of the jet during the ejection, and the panic when she couldn’t move her arm. She couldn’t pull the damn chute.