You resist the urge to smack the gross bug thing and after a long, slow decent, your feet finally touch solid ground. The bug thing releases the back of your shirt collar and what looks like a slimy mothball with wings flies around your head and hovers in front of your face. It opens its tiny little mouth and smiles a tiny little smile at you, then flies into your pocket where it takes a tiny little nap.

["It saved my life... I think it deserves a heroes name."]