Amelia was now certain of something she had already begun to suspect; not ony was Mr. Spock not of this planet, but also not of her time. She knew little of San Francisco, or much of America at that, but she did know they were not currently schooling extraterrestrials there. It really wasn't much of a surprise, as there was nothing in this City that resembled her time. Her world seemed quite backwards in comparison.
She began to once again feel sympathetic toward Mr. Spock. As she had first felt when she imagined a deformed child, it now shifted to the child that didn't belong anywhere. Neither his father's people nor his mother's people accepted him. Amelia could well understand this. She adored many of her Egyptian friends and treated them as equals. But in the deepest part of her heart she knew that if, as a grown man, Ramses should want to marry an Egyptian rather than a proper English lady, she would have more than a few words to say on the matter.
"I can understand how alone that must make you feel. But looking at it another way, I should think the answer would be...logical." Amelia smiled encouragingly. "You are not Vulcan, nor human, as you say. So neither is the path for you. You are YOU, unique and special in your own creation. Therefore, your path should not be Vulcan or human." She paused, more for dramatic affect than to collect her thoughts.
"It should be Mr. Spock's path. You need to decide not which is best or who is right, but what makes you happiest and most comfortable. Perhaps that is where you will find your balance?"