It's been fun being a dog, but you really best be on your way. Being able to be anything that has brain is fun, but you can't just go around doing this for all eternity, you need to find whatever purpose you have been spared for and solve it, so you can move on to the afterlife. You black out for a moment and find yourself floating in the man's backyard. The dog woofs quizzically and looks around, as if it had just woken up from a coma. Your form is shimmery blue and invisible (you hope) to the living.
It is a dark and stormy night. Rain pelts down in sheets and lighting occasionally cracks in the sky. The dog, whimpering, runs out of the backyard and scratches frantically at the back door of the man's house. He lets it in and shuts the door, oblivious to you floating in his backyard.
Sighing, you glide around the man's neighborhood, the rain passing right through you. You smile grimly as you see a man frantically running home in the rain, and are thankful that you don't have to deal with things like that anymore. You follow many streets and side streets until you find yourself in a large city. The buildings tower above you in the stormy sky. You glide past the main drag and into seedier parts of the city.
You're about to turn around and head back into the main street when you hear a scream. Turning around, you look down a nearby alley and see a young woman with blonde hair being pinned against the wall by a crackhead with a handgun. He has it pointed directly at her weeping face. "Give me all your money or I'll blow your fucking brains out." You hear him say to her through gritted teeth. Crying and pleading for mercy, the girl reaches her trembling hands towards her purse.
You look frantically around for something, anything, to posses to save this woman. You see a man turn the corner and onto the street you're gliding on. He's 6'2 and looks very muscular. He has a crew cut and a beard and is wearing a tan jacket and jeans. Instantly, you glide over to him and fly right into him. You black out for a moment and when you open your eyes, you're standing on the spot where the man was. Looking down, you see your huge arms in tan sleeves and a pair of jeans.
Clenching your fists, you walk to the alley where the crackhead is counting out the money in the rain with the gun still pointed at the girl. Yelling, you rush forward. The crackhead has one second to look up before he is knocked to the ground by you. Pinning him, you lift your fists up and deal blow after blow to his face. He squeals pitifully for mercy and you hoist him up by the collar of his grubby jacket. Looking straight into his eyes, you tell him that he's never going to attempt to mug anyone again. Nodding eagerly, the crackhead is thrown down the alley by you, landing in a heap halfway down. He scrambles to his feet and rushes off down the alley.
The blonde girl turns to look at you, smiling. "Th-thanks." She says, wiping her nose on her sleeve. "Oh, it was no trouble at all." You say. "Here, let me go buy you a drink." You hold the man's arm that is temporarily your own out her and she takes it, trembling and soaking wet. You lead her away from the alley.