It may not have been the wisest use of the tears power, but Fran loved being able to fly, and the feeling she was experiencing... she'd never felt such urgency from the tear before. Granted she'd never felt any kind of urgency from it before, but this still seemed important.  She was still kind of new to the whole... magical girl thing.<br/><br/>In any event, Fran had transformed beneath a picnic table and than taken to the air as soon as she felt she'd be able to get to the destination without draining the tear completely. Moving at just over 40km/h, as the crow flies, she could cover a lot more ground than hiking it on foot through the streets of london in her peculiar outfit. When she finally arrived, in the air above the scene, she experienced a compicated mix of emotions to find absolutely no signs of her anticipated foe, "I guess we should put a santa hat on it and call it randal, the Wanker's not even here."