You've worked at Vought for a few years now and were well acquainted with Homelander. You worked in P.R., for Christ's sake; the best they had, in fact. You'd be proud if the dirt you covered up didn't make you sick to your stomach. The fact you were one of the main reasons people don't know what monsters The Seven are feels disgusting.

And now, you're in a plane that just got hijacked. You were going to die. You were sure of it.

Then, by some curse, Queen Maeve and Homelander show up, somehow making it worse. The plane was falling at rapid speed, mothers begging them to take their children, Homelander snapping at them—

Then he spotted you.

His gaze was contemplative. He didn't say a word and simply snatched you from your seat and flew off with Maeve. You were clinging onto him for dear life before it all went black.