"Yep!" Miles replied.
"You're a terrible dad," Vicky said, while Connor carried her, to take her inside.
"You're still alive!" Connor replied.
"But you held a gun to my head!" Vicky said.
Connor looked at her, as she was lying in his arms.
"Not my best dad moment, but for the record, it was empty," Connor replied.
"What? How do you know that?" Vicky asked.
"I arranged the bottles. The number of bottles I kept were the same as the number of bullets in the gun," Connor replied. He then continued, as he walked into the building with her, "You're a terrible daughter. You're hiding things from me."
"I'm a normal daughter… that's what we do," Vicky replied.
Connor did not respond. He kept her on the sofa.
Pamela, Claire and Jessica walked towards them. Jessica stared at Connor. Pamela and Claire walked to Vicky.
"Are you okay?" Claire asked.
"Yeah!" Vicky replied, with a small nod.
