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A few days later, I sat on the edge of the rooftop of my building. My body invisible, I gazed out at the evening sky as the sun set behind the city. The wind whipped wildly at me from up there, but it didn't faze me. I was starting to get used to all the being up high, flying around, having the most incredible sense of freedom I could've ever dreamed of. I'd still gotten grounded to hell from the hangover as I expected, but being able to turn invisible and fly away gave me some definite leeway.

I looked at my hand and sighed thoughtfully. I had so much power inside of me, so much ability to do good and to help people and to make other peoples' lives better. I then turned my attention back to the setting sun and wondered: Would I ever find out why I had this power? Or would I just be happy, not question it, and move on with my life? Sure, I might've been able to find the answer to the enigma through some kind of inner dialogue. Perhaps through some inspirational montage where I climb a