When Biff's headache was finally gone, he opened his eyes and saw ... clouds? He looked all around him and he saw nothing but clouds and sky.
Then he looked down and realized he wasn't standing on anything. And when he freaked out, he began to fall ... fast.
Clouds zipped past him so fast that they were just a blur. And when the clouds were gone, all he saw was the Earth. He was in the sky and he was still falling. But how did he get there? People don't just appear thousands of feet in the air. Of course, he was only thinking about this at the back of his mind. In the forefront of his mind, he was panicking beyond belief. He didn't have a parachute, so he knew that he was going to die once he hit the ground.
He said a quick prayer, although he wasn't sure if anyone heard it, and then thump.
He hit the ground.
And there was blackness.
But then there was light.
He opened his eyes and sat up. His body made an imprint in the ground, but he wasn't dead. He wasn't even hurt.
He stood up. And for the first time, he looked down at himself. He was wearing a black latex suit with a weird symbol on it. It almost looked like something a superhero would wear. But superheroes didn't exist. Only in the comic books he read as a kid. He didn't read them anymore, but when he was seven he loved them and always imagined himself becoming a superhero when he got older. It was one of the initial reasons he started playing football. To be a hero, at least in a sports sense.
His eyes went wide, after he remembered the note he read, right before he ended up in the clouds. It said something about being whatever he wanted to be as a child. He didn't know how it was possible, but that wish came true. He really was a superhero.
Since he was up in the sky, he could apparently fly. And he could also apparently not die or get hurt. It was almost like being Superman.
As he climbed out of the hole he created by falling, he wondered what other special powers he had.
