I was human. There was none of God’s power left for me to use, and my rebellion had cost me any chance of getting more. Flying in an airplane was an uncomfortable experience. I missed the sound of my wings as I instantly traveled from one place and the next, from one dimension and the next.

This was tedious, and the food was horrible. It was time to land, and I was suddenly terrified.

“Are you scared?” the child sitting next to me asked before wrapping her fingers around my hand. “It’s OK. Daddy says flying is safer than driving.”