Whereto?

- Whereto, my Lord?
- Take me to the stars...
I want to see the milkyway,
the moon,
ride on the tail of a comet
in a cosmic storm.
- I'm sorry, my Lordship,
no can do.
I can only take you within the corners of the four winds
North
East
South
West.
- Well, then let us.
Somewhere inbetween,
there will be a way out.