He spreads his arms and starts to flap. Looks funny and clearly not helping. If only he had a cute, if only. After 5 seconds the rushing air cools his head enough to counter the effect of the mushrooms. after 10 sec he knows where he is and sure doesn't like the sight of mother earth rushing to him. What to do, then he notices he has something better than a cute, he has a parachute! Quickly, before its too late he pulls the strings and 'pflop' there opens the parachute. After another 5 seconds he lands a bit too fast on the concrete parking lot behind a hospital, breaking both his legs. Well, all in all not too bad, he is much better off than the poor family of 15. Their house was hit by the plane after he abandoned it, killing 12 and leaving the rest with third degree burns on their faces and arms. But at least, they survived after a 18 month period of intensive care and therapy. Bill did send them some choclates as an apology. What a guy! Bill's recovery in the hospital, with the sepcial care of nurse Sheila, famous for her soft hands and personal touch, was something he thought about afterwards with great appreciation. Such dedication that nurse, a shame that he was not able to cure her nymphomania, although he went to such great lengths to cure her. But alas, after 6 weeks, the last 4 not really needed but Sheila insisted he stayed a bit longer he left and went back to his office. What would his next job be? What perils were lying ahead for him in the future?