I flew. I was soaring through the sky, but at the same time, I was falling. My sources told me I was close to my target, or my destination, Earth. I looked down upon myself and saw that I was wearing ghastly garments. Shocked, I tried to tear them and reveal my body but the clothes wouldn't rip. Then, something touched my face. It felt as if it was smoothing out my skin. Desperate, I grabbed onto my seat, holding tightly while the machine pasted something onto my face. After the process was done, the machine held up a mirror and I saw something hideous. Shrieking, I banged my head against the mirror and broke it into many tiny shards. A beep stopped me from getting more injured. I looked in the direction of the sound, and saw that I was approaching the Earth's atmosphere. A sudden hush came over me. I stopped what I was doing and looked at my surroundings outside. It was getting colder and colder, which snapped me out of my tantrum faze. I needed to find a place to land. I pushed aside the robot that held the steering wheel and started controlling it myself. The speed was rapidly increasing. The steering wheel flew out of my hand. Everything was burning, and I saw the one thing that brought me comfort: fire. I desperately clung to it with my hands and it embraced me back. But then, it brought me a surge of pain. I looked and saw it burning into my body. Usually, it wouldn't hurt, but now it did. I wasn't paying attention when a huge crash threw me into the controls and the world deposited me into darkness.