The moment Homura diverted her attention to shoot Sayaka in the head with a handgun, however, a vicious updraft swept beneath Sloan. Her coat billowed around her as her body left the ground and soared upward. She lost control of herself, carried on the whims of the gale, flipping and turning and flapping as the city spread around her. It looked like Minneapolis, in a way, in the way all cities to some extent look like one another, have the same sprawl of structures and skyscrapers. Bigger than Minneapolis, less snow, less fog. But a place of widespread human habitation. A city.

And boom, the wind released her, she hovered a brief moment in air as Homura Akemi's apartment greeted her at the top of the stone pedestal. She landed with a soft plop on a sliver of the cobblestone road that had risen with it, although she had to cling close to the structure's façade to prevent falling. She checked over her shoulder. No sign of Homura racing after her. Either she didn't notice or the trio kept her occupied, didn't matter. Now was Sloan's shot.

(Chapter 40)