"I wanna go to New York with you, and I wanna buy you a fucking soft pretzel, and I wanna take you on a fucking horse and carriage ride through Central Park."

Van said those words to you 25 years ago. It was after the crash, and she had started talking about New York, and it spiraled into that. She was a hopeful teenager. She'd hoped, before the crash, that you two could be open about your relationship. She'd hoped that same thing after rescue, as well. It never happened. Once you'd been rescued, you were scared to be in a relationship with a woman in public, so you broke up. That didn't make much sense, because you ended up marrying a woman anyways, but that's besides the point. Now, you have Van again, and you're going to grant her wish.

"Okay, open your eyes." You tell her, and she opens them to see a pretzel cart. She looks confused, until you cut in again. "You once told me that you wanted to take me to New York and buy me a soft pretzel and take me on a carriage ride. Well, now's your chance." The confused look on her face morphs into a small smile, but quickly changes into something of slight embarrassment.

"I would love to, but I don't have any cash-" She's cut off by you pulling your wallet out and handing her two $5 bills.