around him. >> i need to make sure i am aiming myself back towards the drop zone to make sure i'm safe and to make sure everybody else gets back. i consider that my responsibility as the person on the bottom. >> but as quickly as bland reorients himself, unbelievably, it happens again. another pocket of dead air, and another midair collision. this time, two different wing-suit fliers. as they tumble in the sky, the team reaches 5,000 feet and bland signals to pull their parachutes, unsure if everyone is accounted for. >> after we opened the parachutes, i look around to see the correct number of people are there. i knew how many people we had in the flock when we left the airplane. and then i counted that number of parachutes, plus mine, when we opened. so i knew everybody had a parachute open. they could have been hurt, but they weren't dead. >> when they land, bland finds out that everybody in the group