East of the sun and west of the moon. As unfathomable as the words were, I realized I must figure them out, reason it through. For I would go to this impossible land that lay east of the sun and west of the moon. From the moment the sleigh had vanished from sight and I could no longer hear the silver bells I knew that I would go after the stranger that had been the white bear to make right the terrible wrong I had done him…. All that mattered was to make things right. And I would do whatever it took, journey to wherever I must, to reach that goal.
-Rose, East, Edith Patou 2003