You're in a wrought iron cage hanging above molten lava. It isn't as hot here as you'd think it would be, though. All around you come the wails of the damned. Welcome to hell, even though you don't remember dying.
One of the devils approaches your cage, looking rather peeved.
"Listen, he whispers, I don't care how you got here, but the roster says you're not due here yet. This mistake of yours is costing us time and energy. Now you can either suggest some way to make it up to us while we get ready to wipe your memory of this experience or I can guarentee we'll save you a seat down here. You're due here pretty quickly anyway."