Crash Landing Part 5

She looks around, speculating it's around five or six in the afternoon. It takes another squeeze of pain running through her head before she realizes her hand is groping the poor man's buttocks. Pulling her hand away, she turns her attention away from him, feeling blood rush to her face, warming her skin beneath her eyes. For some reason she has the urge to call this dead or unconscious man a pervert! Sighing, and folding her arms across her chest, the blushing Cat Miller continues to piece together the mystery of why she was here.

Part of that mystery wouldn't take long to solve, for she catches something other than the man below her and the glint of flames behind her...