The Helicopter Outside my Window

So, last night at 1:53, I woke up to the loud, distinctive chatter of a helicopter’s engine.

At first, I thought I was dreaming. A helicopter? Right outside my window? I crawled out of bed, parted the blinds with a finger, peered out … and, sure enough, there it was, hanging in the sky mere yards away from our dee-lux apartment in the sky.

Across from us, in the Mayfair Towers, people were out on their balconies in their night clothes, pointing and gesturing. The helicopter bobbed and hovered in the air, shining its spotlight on something behind our building.

Police chase, I decided. Minutes later, the helicopter flew away.

This morning, we discovered what all the excitement was about.