Bullet Time

I probably had half a second, give or take a few microseconds, between the moment when he pulled the trigger to when the bullet would make the trip between the chamber of the semi-automatic and the wall directly behind my left eye socket.

In that half second, I surprised myself with how quickly I could think.

I was able to realise he was pulling the trigger, then hope that the gun would malfunction, a brief moment of terror, then acceptance that I was now going to die.

However, the realisation the bullet just somehow stopped in midair took much longer.