Floala’s two day trip back to Xanta was long and arduous. Unsure how to feel about her homecoming, Floala’s emotions flip-flopped constantly between delight and fear. On one hand, she was excited to see her mummy and Tazan and to be on familiar ground again but, on the other, she knew things on her planet would at best different, at worst miserable. Every now and again, it hit her that the world she was returning to was in crisis and one that no longer held her dad. The realisation made her shudder and want to run a mile.
Yet, as the journey progressed, she was unable to stem her blossoming sense of eager anticipation. She knew things would be different, and probably difficult, but she found herself denying this reality. She pushed the images she had seen from Xanta from her mind. It couldn’t - wouldn’t - be all that bad, could it? Tazan had everything under control. It would all be fine. After all, she was returning to Xanta triumphant, bringing hope for the fu