Valentina stepped into the private jet, already over the journey that hadn't even begun.
First it was the sea where she apparently caught a fever she didn't remember.
She had barely recovered from that, only to be thrust into the air.
The only silver lining she could see was her memory.
For the first time in her life, she remembered her father's face clearly.
She remembered every single detail, down to the very last.
It felt impossible before, but in this crazy world they lived, she had come to understand that nothing was impossible.
"Val? The pilot," Ross's voice called to her.
She rolled her eyes, and then began walking towards the cockpit.
Ross hung around, eavesdropping on her conversation with the pilot.
When she was done, she lifted her head and caught him lurking.
"You can ask him if I gave him wrong information. Now can I at least shower?"
He smiled at her. "Of course. Just go down that corner, and you'll find what you're looking for."
