The Mistress didn't know how much longer it would be until Lord Stingray struck again, but she wasn't about to find out. If she had any chance of getting Dorian and Junko out of harm's way, she had to act on it now.

She made sure to hail a taxi for herself and her soon-to-be adoptive parents en route to the Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport. The quicker they left the scene, the better. It beat taking a red-eye flight home at the very least. Once they had made it to the airport, they went inside the building, made their way near Terminal 2B, and then just walked in. The terminal was awfully busy during this time of day, bustling full of people with a high status roaming around and interacting with one another before they were set to take their flights.

"Alright, we're here," Dorian said. "You still have your tickets, Mistress?"

"Of course I do," Mistress replied. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Well, what about me and Dorian?" Junko asked. "We don't have any tickets with us."

"That shouldn't be necessary," Mistress assured her. "After all, this is a relocation emergency."

With that, Dorian and Junko followed Mistress as she checked her tickets with the ticketing agent. They then followed her through the terminal gate and the jet bridge before eventually making it onto an Airbus A321.

Once they were on board, Mistress made sure that Dorian and Junko were settled in and comfortable. She personally attended to their every need, ensuring they had everything they could possibly want during the flight. As the elderly couple marveled at the luxury surrounding them, Mistress couldn't help but feel a warm sense of joy at seeing them so happy. This was perhaps the first time in a while that they'd ventured outside of France. While not exactly under ideal circumstances, it was nevertheless nice that they could rediscover a sense of wonder that came with international air travel.

During the flight, Mistress took the opportunity to reminisce with Dorian and Junko about her life, starting with that fateful refueling stop at Superjail. She recalled the early days of her romance with the Warden, the struggles and triumphs they had faced throughout their relationship, and the unwavering support they had always provided for each other until the very end. She couldn't help but tear up a little just thinking about him again. She couldn't help but wonder how he might have reacted to all this if he were still here. How would he have felt upon seeing Mistress being adopted by Dorian and Junko, the two people she felt had earned the privilege of being her parents? Much as she would've loved to see his reaction for herself, she couldn't. Any possibilities, any reactions, any sort of future he could've had with them; they'd all died with him. Such a shame.

"Are you alright?" Junko asked upon seeing Mistress' teary face.

"I'm fine," Mistress lied. "Just allergies."

Junko managed to see through that lie right away, but she decided it would be better not to bring it up. It was easy enough to discern the emotional pain she was in anyway. The rest of the flight to the Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport was spent in silence aside from the occasional comments one of the three would make as they flew through the air.

Mistress decided to spend most of that time looking out the window. She couldn't help but reflect on everything that had happened within the past several days. She considered herself extremely fortunate that her youngest son had been helping her heal and grieve through the whole ordeal. Otherwise, she didn't know how she could go on. As she gazed down at the passing scenery hundreds of feet below her, even more memories flooded her mind. As if it had only happened yesterday, she recalled her first meeting with the Warden. She recalled that day when Ultraprison had crashed down onto Superjail, how she and the rest of the Ultraprison crew had to stay put until the ship had been fixed, and how she and the Ultraprison inmates had fallen under the trance of Spanish fly during the first Lockdown of Love. It had happened such a long time ago, and yet it was hard to forget everything that had happened during that moment in time (though that didn't stop her from forming a few gaps in her memory).

Eventually, as if in the blink of an eye, everyone had finally arrived at the Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport. Once the plane had landed on the runway, Mistress guided Dorian and Junko through the currently bustling airport and into a waiting limousine. While they were riding along to their destination, they spared a glance out the windows. The road was clear and dry; and there hardly seemed to be any cars on it at all, not even near the limo, it seemed.

"Does Eddie know we're coming back to the White House?" Junko asked.

Mistress shook her head. "No idea."

"None at all? You could've at least given him a heads up, you know."

"Yes, I know. I just didn't think it was necessary at that time."

Junko still didn't seem convinced by Mistress' reasoning. "I still think you should've told him. I don't know how well he'll react to us just showing up unannounced."

Mistress crossed her arms, seemingly sure of herself. "I'm sure he'll manage."

The conversation fizzled out from there. Afterwards, everyone managed to ride the rest of the way to the White House through Washington D.C. in silence. It made more sense to stay silent than to try to talk. So much had happened over the last several days that it was hard to process it all, let alone talk about it. They didn't have much more time to think about any of that, though. The limo had finally arrived at the White House, where they were expected to stay until it was safe for the elderly couple to go back to Paris (whenever that was).

Neither of the three were still willing to talk as they climbed out of the limo. They didn't really know what they could say next. All they could do was think about where things could go from here.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, Dorian was the one to break the silence. "Are you sure no one else will mind us staying here, Mistress?"

"Of course," Mistress replied. "You're family, after all. And you know how Eddie feels about family."

"Of course I know how he feels! I've been there for him for practically his whole life."

"You've only been there for him since he was 16."

"So? I'd still say I've been there for him for a long time."

Mistress sighed. "Look, why don't we just go ahead and head inside? I'm sure you two have a lot of catching up that you need to get out of the way first."

"Fine."

With that, everyone headed inside, hoping that whatever catching up needed to be done would be over and done as soon as possible.