Doing private pilot maneuvers near KITH one evening with a high cirrus deck. I remember thinking to myself about how much more intense the sun seemed since the clouds were magnifying it. My instructor fails the engine on me, so I'm going through my restart checklist while looking down at the ground for a safe landing spot.

All of a sudden I hear the roar of a prop engine in one ear then out the other. I pause, think to myself why I would be hearing another plane up in the air. I then look off the left wing and see a Mooney off the wingtip of my 152 returning to level flight from a left bank. All I really remember from then on was the flight back being just automatic, weirdest feeling I'd felt in the airplane ever.

We returned back to KITH just in time to see him make a hotshot departure to head back to his home airport. I looked him up on flightaware.com later that day and found the guy's name, turns out he's a travelling doctor, go figure.