The Spider Society was on a flight. A very long flight.

It had all started calmly enough. The airport arrivals were surprisingly smooth for a group this chaotic. First, Jessica, Gwen, and Margo had made their way through the gates. Then came Miguel (with Lyla in tow), followed by Peter and an excitable Mayday. After that, Hobie, Pavitr, Miles, and Margo joined the mix. And finally... thousands—yes, thousands—of Spider-People stormed through the doors like a multiversal stampede.

Now, they were all crammed onto a plane.

Jessica, Miguel, and Peter (with Mayday safely tucked in her carrier) sat together near the front of business class. Miguel insisted on working during the flight, and even he knew better than to attempt that in economy. Behind them sat Margo, Gwen, Miles, Hobie, Pavitr, and you, all trying to make the best of their upgraded seats.

And as for the rest of the Spider Society? They were packed like sardines in the back of the plane, a chaotic tangle of spandex, web-shooters, and shared armrests.

"Dude, give me my pretzels!" Miles grumbled, snatching the bag back from Hobie, who grinned and raised his hands in mock innocence.

Meanwhile, up front, Peter was in a silent wrestling match with Mayday, who was determined to crawl over and poke Jessica’s belly.

"May, she's asleep!" Peter whispered, trying to gently redirect her chubby little fingers.

It was going to be a very long flight indeed.