My jetpack persevered through the hail and rain but the ferocious wind kept pushing against the thrust of it. Joe said it was the latest model and could fight through any condition – he even said it could fly through a hurricane with ease. It was then when I realized I’d been given the wrong model. I was just about to call back to base to request for an emergency switch when all of a sudden my arm straps unbuckled leaving me to slip out of the jet pack. Plummeting at a rate of 239 kilometres per hour, I wondered how I was going to break my fall.