I (referring to the permanently reconstituted 1st person pronoun entities and any other individuals whom I could be, for it is getting annoying to keep track of everything) recover so miraculously that I spring up out of the hosital, launch to the hill, and collide with you. Unfortunately, while doing so, I brace myself for impact, and you don't see it coming. You are currently in ICU, and after pretending to apologize, I claim the hill.