Just as he was hopping around and preparing to pull the Human Cannonball out of Fantasy Paradise again, a woman suddenly screamed behind him.
"Ah! Why are you jumping around naked?! Have some shame!"
At the same time, he felt an immense force strike his head. When he came back to his senses, he found that his field of vision was already in Pluto's orbit.
He had no idea what method she had used, but she had actually torn off his head with a strike from afar and flung it this far away. But that was not what Wade was thinking about right now. He was wondering how to get back.
Now that he only had a head left, the vacuum of space was pretty cold too. Would he catch a cold?
But the worry lasted less than a second. The next moment, the scenery before his eyes began racing past again. His head was returning, growing back onto the severed stump of his neck, and at some point, he had been dressed in a new outfit.
But it was not his uniform. It looked more like something stolen from a theater troupe, specifically one of those frog mascot costumes from a children's play.
At least he was back.
He turned to look behind him and saw only a petite schoolgirl. She had a black Vidal Sassoon bob, skin as pale as a corpse's, and glittering eyes that seemed to hold starlight.
"Little miss, where are your parents?"
Wade looked up at the sky, only to find that the Hands of Creation had all been frozen in place. He had seen something similar before. Professor X could cut people off from the outside world, plunging them into a state that resembled Time Stop.
But the girl before him was clearly