What, Me Panic? (Entry #10)

"Holy shi-!" Carl's profanity was cut short. Free falling. No parachute, no landing, no nothing. How he ended up here in the first place, he doesn't know. The last thing he could recall was that he went out to a bar with his friends. He faintly remembered how hammered he was, thinking the beer bottle he was holding was a microphone, and that he "knew" he was Sanjaya Malakar, performing on American Idol. After that, he didn't know. He just, blacked out. Thoughts of bewilderment raced through his head, contemplating about the possibility of how this happened in the first place. But who? And why? "If I was actually taken sky diving, wouldn't they have made sure that I had the proper equipment on, and that I knew the safety procedures?" He mused to himself. He then slowly, yet surely started to panic. "Could it have been?", he questioned. His friend, Jeff. He's a licensed pilot. He does own a plane, and he has took his friends sky diving before. "But why?! Why!" He cried, yelling toward the sky. "What did I do to deserve this!?" Carl slowly came to realize that he wouldn't be able to "make it". Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything. The impact of his free fall would result in immediate, and an unavoidable death. Gazing up at the sky, towards the Heavens, he sighed. Then he closed his eyes, thinking about his life. He considered that it was practically a jig saw puzzle that would never be solved due to the "missing piece". "Maybe, just maybe, this is the final piece to the puzzle.", he pondered to himself... "Oh well, at least I finished my Bucket List."