In movies, where the world is in peril and explosions seem to happen for no reason, Im at that point in the explosion when the frames of the film speed up and the actions seem to slowdown, magnifying each detail, each bit of debris, every strand of hair that is being blown forward from impact pressure. And in this moment, we hear a hollow sound, viewing the world through deaf ears, with the occasional treat of hearing the flap of a birds wings or a misplaced gust of wind. Time slowed just long enough for a hike, a daydream or a passing fancy, but like all movies, that time is precious. The next thing we know, the whirr of frames slows; clicks down to normal speed; the booms and crackles make themselves known and fire consumes everything in its path. If you're lucky enough to escape the fire, watch for the high speed chases and stray bullets, because if you want to stay alive, let's hope you've been painted as the hero.