Vianna turned her gaze upon Jack as the boy began complaining that he hated flying. She gave him an apologetic look, feeling rather bad that the poor boy had been forced into doing something he didn't enjoy for two hours straight. She considered saying something comforting, but knew he wouldn't be able to hear it with the wind whipping against them the way it was. But when Vianna looked ahead again, she had to come to an abrupt halt - her brothers were only a couple of feet away, having slowed considerably.

"We're nearing London!" Victor called out, his voice fighting against the wind. Though it was easy to hear him now that they had slowed. "We'll get down at King's Cross and the rest of the ride will be-- Vianna!"

Vianna's eyes had closed for a brief moment as her brother began speaking, but she quickly jumped and opened her eyes at the sound of her name. "I'm up, I'm up! What happened?! King's Cross-- I got it. Right-- let's go," she said, dazed as she began moving again, admiring the cityscape ahead.