Sarah has this incurable disease that makes her levitate, higher and higher, at an increasing rate. No way to keep her down. Through the roof of her house, up into the sky, and all the way to the Kármán line, where she decides to stop using her oxygen. Her husband and her daughter live this with her, powerless. Maybe a metaphor for a terminal illness, but nevertheless heart-breaking.
“- From what we’ve seen, you will continue moving upwards at a variable but increasing rate.
– But you can get her down, can’t you ? You can stop it.
– I’m sorry, no. The weights will slow your progress, but it’s 10% at best. All will injure you.
– So what will happen?
– We think that in about ten weeks, you’ll reach 12’000 feet. From there you will need oxygen. With higher altitudes, we will need to keep you warm and control your diet. And then, in a few months at 100 kilometres, you cross the Kármán line. That’s the boundary of space.”