I thought I was dreaming, but I wasn't. I was floating. Well, not exactly floating. I was held by a flying-man. I can read the symbol on his chest. No Mercy. And we were flying. Streams of awesomeness are coming out of his shoes. I don't get it. How could awesomeness lift someone up into the atmosphere and propel him to a speed of more than 500 miles an hour?

Then I stopped believing, and I fell.