The next morning.
Instead of taking a private jet.
Homelander simply held Jessica and took off from New York, crossing the Atlantic Ocean.
"AAAAAAAH—!!!"
Thirty thousand feet in the air, Jessica clung tightly to Homelander's neck, hanging off him like a koala.
"Slow down! You maniac! The wind's going to blow my face crooked!!"
"Open your eyes, Jessica!" Homelander's voice remained clear through the howling wind. "Look at this world! It's beautiful!"
Jessica reluctantly opened one eye.
Beneath them stretched an endless sea of clouds, golden sunlight spilling across it like a burning field of gold.
It really was beautiful.
If she ignored the terror of possibly falling and becoming a smear of meat at any moment.
"I think first class is pretty beautiful too!" Jessica shouted.
"First class doesn't have this view."
Homelander suddenly dove, piercing through the clouds.
Foggy London soon appeared beneath them.
Hillingdon District, an abandoned factory on Blythe Road.
London's weather was damp, cold, gloomy, and carried that inescapable smell of mildew.
"I hate this place." Jessica Jones tightened her trench coat around herself. "It smells like sour beer soaking in a giant ashtray."
"That's exactly right. This is authentic British charm."
"This doesn't look like somewhere they'd hold a charity dinner." Jessica warily scanned the surroundings. "It looks more like... a serial killer's body dump. So what? You tricked me here to kill me because I drink at work?"
"Don't be so pessimistic." Homelander pointed ahead. "Look over there..."
A cement mixer truck floated in the air for no conceivable reason, slowly rolling over.
"What the fuck?" Jessica's eyes widened. "What is that? Magic?"
"Is this your 'kung fu' too?" Jessica asked, pointing at the truck.
"No, it's a gravitational anomaly." Homelander shook his head. "A weak point in space. We found the