Sym reflects on all that Victor has done for her and her mother since Sym's father died, including mowing the grass. Which, by the way, he cuts in a certain direction so the grass doesn't twist as it grows. (Did we mention Victor's crazy?)
He's also helped with money stuff. Sym thinks Victor must have been wiser with money than her father. The two men worked together in better times.
When he died, Sym's father left a lot of debt—so much so that her mum couldn't get a loan or extend the mortgage.
In Paris, Victor wants Sym to buy fancy clothes so she'll fit in on the trip, so she tries on a red silk outfit that makes her feel like a million bucks.
As Victor pays, a store clerk takes Sym aside to ask if Victor is her father. She seems worried. We know the feeling.
Now Sym and Victor are at a storage facility, where they pick up a new, huge bag that Victor evidently sent ahead. So he's been planning this for a while…
Victor dumps their old suitcase in the river, and with that, it looks like they're leaving their old life behind.
Sym is more than happy to leave that life behind. Things were hard for her at school, where she was known as a big nerd.
Her friend Hilary helped cement this reputation. One time, when Hilary came over after school, Victor told her Sym wanted to be home-schooled… even though he was the one who wanted it.
He also left a germophobe note in the bathroom about hand washing that Hilary thought was Sym's work.
Victor and Sym are on a plane now. It's been an eight-hour trip so far; they're having a conversation about dreams.
Sym tells us she prefers daydreaming. Her whole life is built around the daydream of Titus, after all.
She's having a hard time daydreaming on the flight, though, since she has a headache that even Victor's herbal medicines can't touch.
Victor's really into herbs, by the way. He has a mail-order degree in allopathy and everything. His herbs helped soothe Sym's dad in the months leading up to his death.
As Sym tries to work up a good daydream, she notices Victor making calculations about the plane's velocity on a napkin. Yep. Still crazy.