As you fall, you turn towards the spacecraft and begin to shake your fist at it.
“You lousy martians!” you shout, “You’ll rue the day you inexplicably granted me a number of potentially spectacular but as of yet undisclosed superpowers!”
You then fall for a time, eventually crashing down on some poor urban family’s cheap wooden swingset, splintering it to bits. You climb to your feet, unharmed, and dust yourself off. Suddenly you remember that you were supposed to be at work. On a whim you leap into the air and suddenly you’re flying. Moments later you’re fast approaching the bank.
Where do you land?