He was good, he was damn good. No, scratch that, he was bloody wonderful!
But a miracle maker he was not, though he would give it his best shot.
He had Faith, and hoped He was looking out for them from the Great Upstairs.
In as calm a voice as he could muster, he said
‘This is Flight Seven Six One Zero requesting permission to land. Please clear the way.’
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