Twenty-two minutes is not a great deal of time. You can’t watch an entire episode of Lost, or properly study for an exam in American Literature. These days, you can’t even take a proper nap in twenty-two minutes.

So, then, you can see my dilemma having only twenty-two minutes time in which to save the world. In truth, I had started with a full half hour. All things considered though, I believe I used the first eight very wisely in disbelief of the situation. I mean, why worry if the madman in front of you is really just pulling wool?