Point of view: Jessica Jones Vilma
The Jones-Villanova household was very quiet that night.
After everything that had happened at school—the investigations, the threats, and the new victims—that silence felt unreal.
Jessica sat at the dining table while Linda served dinner.
Jeremiah watched his adopted daughter with concern.
“You’re too quiet,” he finally said.
Jessica looked up.
“I’m just tired.”
Linda set a plate down in front of her.
“It’s more than just tiredness.”
Jessica lowered her gaze.
Linda was right; ever since Lisbon, something inside her had shifted—her nightmares had turned into headaches, accompanied by fragmented memories.
And there was that constant feeling that she had forgotten something important.
Something involving Loki, something involving Bella, and something involving herself.
Later, as everyone was getting ready for bed, Jessica returned to her room.
Rain tapped gently against the window.
She tried to close her eyes, but she barely managed to sleep…
The same dream returned.
It was from four years ago.
A dark street, rain, and sirens—a young girl hiding under a black blanket inside a car.
Josefina Chávez was sobbing uncontrollably.
Andrew Reyes was gripping the steering wheel tightly.
“Promise me you’ll protect her,” she said.
“I will.”
“Even if you have to die for her.”
Andrew nodded.
Then, a truck appeared, speeding toward them; in the blink of an eye, there was shattered glass and a young girl, bloodied and lost in darkness.
Jessica woke up suddenly.
She was struggling to breathe.
Tears streamed down her face.
Without a second thought, she left her room.
And found herself standing in front of Linda and Jeremiah’s bedroom door.
“Jessica?” Linda asked as she opened the door.
The young woman didn’t answer.
She simply embraced them.
Jeremiah understood immediately.
“The nightmare again?”
Jessica nodded.
The three of them went down to the living room.
Linda prepared some green tea with honey.
The warm drink helped steady her slightly trembling hands.
There was silence for a few minutes.
Until Jessica broke the quiet.
“What actually happened after Andrew Reyes died?”
Jeremiah and Linda exchanged glances.
So many unspoken questions.
Linda sighed.
“Andrew was protecting someone.”
“Bella?” Jessica asked.
Jeremiah nodded slowly.
“Yes.”
A chill ran through Jessica.
“So, all of this started even before Lisbon.”
“A long time ago,” Linda replied.
Meanwhile…
Thousands of kilometers away.
In London.
Theo Darkmoor was gazing at an old photograph.
In it appeared Loki.
Louise.
And himself.
The three of them were smiling during a school trip. This chapter is updated first at g.com.
His phone vibrated.
Jessica was calling.
Theo answered immediately.
“Jessica.”
“Theo…”
The young woman’s voice sounded weary.
“I need help.”
Theo remained silent.
“I’m on my way.”
Jessica opened her eyes.
“To where?”
“I’m going to the Philippines.”
Jessica’s heart began to race.
“Because?”
Theo looked at Loki’s photograph again.
“Because I promised your friend I would protect them if this ever happened again.”
Jessica remained motionless.
“Theo…”
“You aren’t alone, Jessica Jones Vilma.”
The call ended.
That same night, while camping somewhere in Manila, a figure was studying photographs pinned to the wall.
Jessica.
Luis.
Ana Maria.
Theo Darkmoor.
All of them were marked with a red circle.
The man smiled slowly.
Then, he picked up a black marker.
And he wrote a new phrase beneath the names.
“The next phase begins now.”
And for the first time since Loki’s death… the game shifted once more.