MARCO POLO: From the journals of Marco Polo, explorer. My life is really so strange. I feel as if I have arrived at this age magically, having skipped many intervening years. Could I have skimmed over the pages of the years, like my finger skims over the maps and charts of the deserts and seas? ...I feel as if I have missing episodes.

MARCO POLO: I saw again the years and years we spent on the road, in the trackless wastes, in the forests and jungles, in the shining deserts. Always heading on, and on. Always knowing we had to keep moving, and never looking back. Like we thought we’d never run out of world. And like we’d never run out of years.