As you fall, you turn towards the spacecraft and begin to shake your
fist at it.
“You lousy martians!” you shout, “You’ll rue the day you inexplicably
granted me a number of potentially spectacular but as of yet
You then fall for a time, eventually crashing down on some poor urban
family’s cheap wooden swingset, splintering it to bits. You climb to
your feet, unharmed, and dust yourself off. Suddenly you remember that
you were supposed to be at work. On a whim you leap into the air and
suddenly you’re flying. Moments later you’re fast approaching the bank.
Where do you land?
In the middle of a crowd of people in the parking lot
through the front window of the bank instead