Ain’t No Mountain High Enough!

Falling into the atmosphere, I could feel my body heat up, but it was toasty warm. I had changed so much in the past twenty-four hours, but the most significant change was my confidence.

The world had just ended a couple days ago, and I had been running around like a chicken with my head cut off, but that running was done. I finally had all the pieces to this enormous puzzle, more or less.

I reached forward, and a pair of aviator sunglasses formed in my hands, and I grew some earbuds. My mind recreated Ain't No Mountain High Enough to play back to me, and I smiled as I slipped on the shades.

There wasn't any mountain that I couldn't climb, and it was time to make my entrance. I wanted to make sure that I used every ounce of strength that I had.

This wasn't just about looking cool or kicking the bad guy's ass. I wanted to make sure that everyone saw how strong I was and that I could protect them from anything coming our way.