He had fallen asleep, escaping the further conversation between him and his wife.<br/><br/>He had suddenly woken up, after hearing the screeching of the jet's tires against the runway pavement and coming to a sudden stop. The jet slowed down and came to a complete stop, the captain came over the intercom and spoke a few words. Vic rose up from his seat, raising his arms over his head, stretching and yawning, getting up out of his seat and grabbing the bag that he was allowed to bring onto the plane. His wife was already down the stairs, talking to some man. Vic rose a brow then shook his head.<br/><br/>He walked down the stairs and his wife stopped talking to the male as before she left him, she spoke these words.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF0080">"It was nice talking to you again."</span></span>Vic couldn't believe that she would do something like that in front of his face like that. It showed that she had no respect for him, or herself. But two can play that game.<br/><br/>Inside of the airport, they gathered up their bags and went outside, waiting for their rental car, in complete silence. The only thing that was audible was his growling stomach. When the rental car pulled up in front of them, they stuffed their bags in trunk and got in, but this time Vic was driving. They was on a small strip as Vic pulled into a parking spot, which was beside a small cafe. They got out of the car and walked in, the place seemed to be a bit busy but Vic was hungry, so he didn't care at this point.<br/><br/>A waitress walked up to them and escorted them to their table, took their order then left. His wife got up from the table to go to the restroom and he was at the table, all alone.