she re-wrapped the box and put it in her freezer and went to her phone by the livingroom couch. She immediately dialed the number to Horton's clinic.
"Doc, have you seen Mike today?" she asked when he immediately answered.
"Why, yes, he just left here seconds ago! Why, is anything wrong?"
"I'm not sure! He just did something very strange...showed up at my door with a pint of ice cream! I can't figure out where he got it."
Dr. Horton burst out laughing. "Oh! Now I understand! Don't worry, Jeanie, nothing's wrong! As a matter of fact, everything's just fine! Just fine, indeed!"
Horton hung up the phone leaving the dismayed Jeanie staring at the receiver on the other end of the line. He chuckled. "Young people today!" he said aloud, and went back to work. It wasn't very often Dr. Horton had a good laugh, and this was one of those rare times he could enjoy himself.
At her apartment Jeanie finally hung up the phone and went to finish preparing for her date. She was smiling dreamily, and for just a second she thought of telling Arthur she wouldn't be going with him, but then she shook her head as if coming out of a dream, and began to take the curlers from her hair.
Mike casually walked home from Jeanie's after the incident. He discovered the clouds had grown considerably darker, and it had begun to snow. It fell in large, sticky flakes so he knew the storm wouldn't last long.
"Maybe it'll snow just enough so Jeanie will cancel her date tonight!" he thought. "Fat chance!"
When he reached his apartment building he found someone had propped the font door open with a large rock, and it had stuck in that position, letting a large amount of snow blow in on the first landing. He pulled and pulled on it until it finally closed, then he went to descend the stairs. Unfortunately, as he began to take the first step down, he slipped, having caught some snow on his heel, and began to fall to the next landing. To Mike's amazement, he found himself pausing in mid air as he tried to balance himself, then, floated the rest of the way down! He landed with a soft 'bump' on his bottom, unharmed, surprised, and a bit shaken. He slowly stood up and turned around.
"Oh, my God!" he gasped, "I don't believe this! I think I can fly!" He faced forward again, eyeing the third landing on his floor. "Well, I may be crazy, but here goes nothing!" he said.
Mike walked backward a few paces then ran forward, taking a flying leap off the first step. Once again, without even trying, he slowed down and sort of glided to the bottom! This time, he landed on his feet, totally unharmed.
Mike spent the remainder of the afternoon jumping off taller and taller buildings, practicing his new power of gliding. He even tried to jump from the highest building  in town, the water tower, with complete success,  before he began to feel exhaustion overtake him.