“DOOR!” they shouted as the plane’s engines roared, circling higher and higher to reach altitude. The time for questions, doubts and second guesses had passed. Shuffling into position as her body had done hundreds of jumps before, only the nod from her team lead kept her in place. That nod was her cue to jump; to let go of not only the plane, but the emotions that had weighed her down. Plummeting to earth, the only sound audible to her was that of the wind rushing outside of her helmet providing a clear mental silence. In that moment of clarity, she felt the comfort of her friends moving toward her in formation. Their hands extended out to her essentially welcoming her back from her journey. It was her first time jumping since the attack, but jumping is what it always had been for her, a passion. That return to passion brought with it feelings long since forgotten. She was safe, and she was finally home.