The speed is all you imagined it would be. You’re flying — back arched, arms and legs spread, hurtling towards the earth at terminal velocity. The town below looks like a model. After identifying the landing zone near the aerodrome, you pick out your house two blocks to the west.
I thought you said you were going to your sister’s today? And why is Jimmy’s car outside?
Despite falling at 195 kph, your heart drops further when you see two naked bodies entwined by the pool. You jettison your parachute, and pull out your cell phone.
“What is the nature of your emergency?”
“Murder, 102 Main Street!” you scream, arrowing towards them.