This afternoon I had a bloody lucky escape, the flat across the hall caught fire. I panicked! Flames and smoke and shit! So i live on the top floor and I had to run down 22 floors knocking on each flat I passed to get the hell out. Everyone got out, no one hurt but when I get out I realize Im in My Pyjamas which consist of an old Metallica T Shirt some batman pants and my girlfriend's bath robe with pink stars on, very embarrassing. But when I was down in the dumps and seeing flames at the top of the building I felt in the bath robe pocket to find my PS Vita so among all the chaos that was unfolding I started to play Uncharted. It's weird what U do in crisis isn't it?