So: Here I am. Hanging upside down from a helicopter while a man fires down at me with an Uzi.
Fortunately, the chopper’s pilot has long since been killed, and as the helicopter spins out of control the man’s having a harder and harder time aiming the weapon.
Due to this, he’s yet to hit me as I swing back and forth from the rope that ties my ankle to the helicopter, but he’s come close more than once.
And as all this is happening, I’m wracking my brain, trying to remember…
…how on Earth did I wind up here?