Here I am, Harry's Trap, falling down into the dark roar of the churning water... and thinking about the night David Crane called. “I hope you had a good rest,” he said. Too rested, I said. I was ready for action. He asked if I had heard stories about the legendary lost caves of Machu Picchu in Peru. Or the roaring, uncharted underground tributary of the Urubamba River, teeming with waterfalls and deadly electric eels. “Yes,” I said. He asked if I knew about the infamous cursed Raj Diamond. Or about the recent robbery of gold bars from the US gold bar vault at Fort Knox. Have I heard of vampire bats? Poison frogs? Albino scorpions? Scary Andean condor? “Yes,” I said. Could I still run? Climb? Bounce? Can I... swim? "Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes". "Good," Crane said. "