"...Because my dear child, why do you think it's so bad that I enjoy traveling?"

"The bad thing is not that you like to travel, the bad thing is the way you like to travel, Rhea. Rhea, come back to earth already, let’s see a sunny day around here, a meal cooked in the pot for once."

"Well, you can turn around with your malice at the next corner to see if I come; I will travel because if I don’t end up traveling, I will drown, the world can fall apart, my poor thing. Even if it’s experimental, what’s the matter? The whole EIRT was established that way, will a Rhea hesitate?"

"Okay. And Icarus experimented with his undertaking and you saw the mess he got into. So leave the experimental trips aside because they can backfire, like a daughter, I advise you now, alright?..."

Rhea, a still-testing author, struggles to reconcile her mind with that of her 15-year-old daughter and to minimize at least their basic differences. She is searching for exits that will take the big one forward and the little one, will bring it back (she meant to write 'will travel it'). But heaven knows her inner world functions so differently from others that she can't manage at all.

Until... until she feels the cry of redemption flooding her eyes...

"After the cry of nostalgia comes always the cry of redemption..." And it is a cry that when it arrives, even for people like Rhea, can transform everything...