Five walked around the surgical hospital, one of the few survivors of this damn Apocalypse, next to which, ironically, there was an ordinary department. He was trying to figure out whose eye he had found. Of course, damn it, they didn't tell him anything at this hospital. How can a fourteen-year-old boy in a school uniform and shorts be taken seriously?

His gaze wandered over the passers-by until he finally noticed the girl. Catching himself thinking that he had not experienced real human contact for a long time, Five felt a slight irritation - his head came to the limit, balancing on the edge between rationality and despair.

"Maybe Diego is right? Maybe it's really time to stop thinking about the apocalypse and get distracted for at least a minute? Damn it!" It flashed through his mind, but he immediately dismissed these thoughts. He must not be distracted. But, on the other hand, communication—even fleeting—is not such a sin.

Five looked at the girl again with a heavy sigh. Not that he knew exactly what to say, but the effort was worth it. "Maybe she knows something about the Hargreaves family? Does she even know me? Or maybe it's just a pointless waste of time?" his thoughts remained erratic but persistent.

When he approached the stranger, he hesitated for a moment. “Damn social awkwardness,” he cursed to himself. After all, little has changed in his conversation-making skills over the past few decades.

"Hey," he said, trying to sound confident. "Have you ever heard of the Hargreaves family?"

The question sounded straightforward, perhaps too harsh. But Five didn't have time for smooth introductions and long conversations. He was always surrounded by the chaos of time and he was used to this pace. He could spend a couple of minutes chatting... Just to keep from going crazy.