He was flying away as he normally does, listening to the cadence of supplication cast unto the heavens by the destitute and despairing. He solved their problems, liberated them from their maladies. He went back to his job with spartan resolve and waited for more.
Until that fateful day, he had never shaken from the path that was given to him through providence, but then he did. He was sad, he was tired, he was feeling empty, empty from being too full.
Too fast was his life, he wanted peace, but he got none.