vv2: Splitting The Son

[s~Z]

"....as Profane started through the doors closed on him, squeezing him in
the middle. Fina's eyes went wide like her brother's. With a frightened
little cry she took Profane's hand and tugged, and a miracle happened. The
doors opened again. She gathered him inside, into her quiet field of force.
He knew all at once:  here, for the time being, Profane the schlemihl can
move nimble and sure."

Eyes are to planets as Profane is to sun as train doors are to mirror.

Gravity is to umbilical cord tug is to yo-yo string.

Homeopathic cure at the hand of a woman.