You fly around, half searching for the conference, but mostly enjoying cloud chasing. Before long, the wind picks up, and large dollops of rain smack against you. Wet and cold, you give up and reach for your phone. As you pull out the device, it slips through your fingers. You grab for it, but the broomstick lurches. Slippery hands and wet wood don’t mix, and you crash with a loud CRAAAAACK.
Aside from being bruised, none of your bones are broken, but the only thing your broomstick is good for now is kindling. You’re completely lost, in the middle of nowhere, in the rain.