Vicky, the captain and Connor were still in the hospital.
"Vicky! You've barely told me anything about your life after…" Connor said, and paused.
"After the fire?" Vicky asked, and continued "I didn't have a life after the fire. It was just me surviving."
"You must have had some fun?" Connor said, trying to make Vicky talk.
"What's fun about having the people you care about leave you?" Vicky asked.
"I think what your dad's trying to ask is if you've had a boyfriend," the captain said. Vicky looked at the captain, and then at Connor.
"Have you?" Connor asked.
"No!" Vicky replied.
"Why not? You used to say that you wanted a boyfriend," Connor said.
"What's the use of having a boyfriend? Just another person to hurt me eventually," Vicky said.
"Not if there's true love," the captain said.
"There's no such thing as true love," Vicky replied, and continued "Love is just another word, for people to get to know you, and then hurt you."
