You try and try to light a ciggie on the porch but the wind keeps blowing the lighter out each attempt. You finally give up and go inside. When you battle to shut the door as the wind grabs it, a gust of wind sails through the house knocking things over. It knocks over your handgun where it lay actioned back and loaded on your bedroom night table. It goes off and wings your ear. Biting out a chunk of it. Blood flows and you curse in pain as you go to the restroom to check out the wound. Not too bad you think but its a bleeder.