"Vicky?" Mistoffelees asked, "are you alright? Tell me you're alright! Are you?"
"I'm fine, Misto," Victoria meowed, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "Don't worry, I didn't faint… I just fell down out of sorrow." "Well, we're all glad you're alright, Victoria." Munkustrap meowed, helping her up, "we're all also sad to see you go." That comment made Victoria's lip tremble, and she hugged Munkustrap tightly. "I'll miss you too, Munkustrap!"
Laughing, or crying, Victoria didn't know which one, Munkustrap unwound Vicky's arms from around his waist and looked at her right in her face
"Victoria, you're a great person, and I want you to live your life to the fullest, you deserve it! Now be a strong person for me and no matter what always follow your heart and what you think is best for you and everyone else."
Then he lightly touched Victoria on the nose with his index finger and walked away to join Demeter and Jemima. "Follow my heart?" Victoria asked herself, and then just shrugged it off and was soon surrounded by cats all bidding their farewells and sorrowful goodbyes.
Later that night…
Victoria was laying in her nest of cushions looking up at the Jellicle Moon. She decided to spend her last night in the Tribe by herself looking up at the stars and recalling memories.
"Follow your heart, and do what you think is best for you and everyone else…" Munkustrap's words echoed in her head as she thought what would be best for her and everyone else she knew. If she went with Griddlebone… the Tribe would be sad, but would soon forget her, and Misto would hopefully find another cat, one better than Victoria herself.
Maybe it was best if she left… she would pursue a life in sailing, may become famous. She could always come back to visit the Junkyard couldn't she? Victoria decided that she would go. Slowly falling asleep, she wondered if she was doing the right thing.