Whether it was by happenstance or not, Monica had an epiphany about this neural divine realm that was both virtual and real.

  An unmeasurable amount of time had already passed.

  Indeed, something Monica missed about her previous body was that it had its own internal sense of time. Her realization of the thousands of memories her and Yggdrasilland had already explored and examined together was a purely intellectual one rather than an intuitive one. Beforehand there was this guttural sense of how many hours, days, weeks, or even months would pass.

  And even with the possibility that she stood and walked around in the corners of her mind for a handful of years by now, Monica had yet to tire. The bottom of her bare soles were still pristine too as if the shower she had before trying to invade Bolsa Magicá happened a few moments ago.

  And Monica had yet to confess to any wrongdoing to Iggy, the heavenward judge watching over her.

  Nascent recalls, accompanied by ghostly melodies, were afterimages on the hallow walls of an effulging light tunnel Monica's disembodied consciousness was floating in until the grid selected the final memory Iggy and Monica would walk together abreast like souls in limbo. While both Iggy's and Monica's nigh physical forms manifested to house both of their minds, an aloft spaceship began loading around them too.

  The lambda, being superior to magnetic cars, became both the most opulent and the most important form of transportation among the elite in the twenty-second century. Forget magnetic cars that made helicopters an archaic piece of technology to the wealthy overnight, because the lambda eclipsed ultra-luxury magnetic cars too. And to top it all of, lambdas were capable of space travel too.

  The Comsa Lambda, which had a charming printing error on its roof that would make it even more priceless if the family had any desire to sell it, was a pinkish-beige delight (or blight) that would be easy to spot in the baby blue skies of the flying cities of Ember or Fornia, or in the dark skies of the terrestrial and abandoned ones below. Its main interior centerward which had its entrance, guest seats, and lobby, was mostly in darkness with its headlights on.

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  A five-year-old Monica scrambled through the couch-like spaceship seats, already wrapped in several layers of blankets while the two unperceivable observers watched over her.

  "Monica! How many times have I told you its not cold in here! Get out of your head!"

  The woman yelling was Constantina Comsa, Monica's mother who would be called Nina by those close to her.

  Child Monica was doing everything in her little power to assuage her frostbites. It felt as if invisible ice piranhas were biting at her fingertips and ear helixes. When the cockpit door crashed open onto the metallic walls, Nina's cotton linen dress brushed against the seats like a denim predator. Seven-year-old Ember, in which Iggy realized she uncannily looked like Eve from A Big Satan Under Your Pinky Toe, was getting pulled along by Nina as she wailed and screamed for her mother to let go.

  "Monica. You are not cold!" Nina yelled. "Stop being delusional!"

  "Mommy I'm cold!" little Monica screamed and cried. "I am cold! Please turn it down! I beg you!"

  Nina Comsa resembled a banshee as she summoned an earthplexus screen and made the dial of the spaceship air conditioner go even lower. To Iggy and older Monica, it was colder than a walk-in freezer for seafood.

  "It's still warm in here!" Nina said, still trying to gaslight her children.

  "Why are you showing me this?" Monica asked Iggy with anger.

  Before Iggy could answer, his glowing eyes expressed consternation by retracting back further into his hollow skull. Perhaps it was a coincidence, but it seemed as if... Eve... or Ember... could perceive both Iggy and older Monica.

  "Hello?" older Monica asked.

  "You'll know with time," Iggy replied. There's no way she can see me. That's impossible.

  Child Monica screamed at her mother as she kept tearing her blankets away as if it was stubborn hair. Then when Monica had nothing but her school clothes on, Nina raised her right arm towards the spaceship's ceiling to slap her daughter across the face. Nina then grabbed both of little Monica's arms and planted her hard onto the couch-like seat against her will.

  "Repeat after me. I am warm," Nina commanded.

  And when Iggy awaited for what Monica would say in response, a surge of pain spread across his skeletal body from an opening he had in his armor. In search of finding the assailant, it was indeed little Ember devilishly smiling at the undead centaur.

  She did perceive Yggdrasilland, and a malware dagger was planted onto the pit of one of his hind legs.