Flailing about, plummeting to what seemed inevitable doom, I looked all around, and wondered what I could possibly do to shield my fall.
No metal close enough to magnetize. No cloud with a strong enough charge to gather into a coherent form. Not even a sheet to act as a meager parachute.
The ground drew closer and closer. And closer still, until...
My screaming was silenced, or perhaps drowned out by the thud of my overwhelmed heartbeat. I opened my eyes, silencing my mental prayers, and wondered if I had already died. Hopefully, if I was dead, I would wake up in Heav--
Incredible. Without a conscious thought on my part, or a strain from my mind, I was neither on the topmost cloud field nor splattered on the ground like a dead insect.
I was...I was floating midair. Levitating.
*Sigh* Gotta love electromagnetic repulsion.
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)