You were deposed from the throne of Divinity, and reduced to the mere state of mortality. As you plummeted from the heavens to the earth, the sky opened up and rained down upon you, leaving your body wet and chill. As you lay there on the ground, a kindly stranger with an umbrella found you and reached down a hand to help you up. "Are you alright? One can catch a dreadful chill being out here in this weather..." he exclaimed with a look of awkward concern.