Oddly enough, yes.

The train pulled into the West World Safe Zone several hours later without a single incident. Jack and Phyllis were able to spend time talking and the two hit it off pretty easily. Jack almost forgot about his injury until the train started to slow down. When the large vehicle came to a stop, Phyllis walked over and helped Jack up. Jack groaned as his arm burned with pain.

"Sorry, Jack." Phyllis said. "The train will start back up in five minutes. We need to get off now."

"Okay." Jack nodded and accepted Phyllis' help as she led him out the doors back into the harsh sunlight. They were out in the desert, in front of a large oasis. There were several small wooden shacks built around the pool of water. There was a dotted yellow line drawn on the hard cracked ground around the area that Jack assumed showed the safe zone boundry. There were seveal large pillars along the perimeter of the dotted line with a red "3" painted on them. They cracked and sizzled with electricity.

As Jack and Phyllis got off the train, several more people pushed their way inside. Those that were still out in the safe zone turned to look at the newcomers. Most were seeking shade under the umbrellas and wooden lean-toos that had been erected. Several naked people were bathing in the cool body of water.

"Hi." Phyllis said, waving her hand. A few people waved back. "Is there a doctor here?"

"What's wrong?" A rather large woman said from the water.

"This man broke his arm." She said. Jack smiled weakly and the woman shook her head.

"Sorry, I'm just a vet." She shrugged.

"Could you look at him anyway?" Phyllis asked pleadingly.

"I suppose." She got out of the water and wrapped a white towel around her. She walked over as Phyllis set Jack down on a reclined chair that had been placed outside. She walked over and looked Jack over, examining his arm. Jack winced and growled, but kept from yelling out.

After a few minutes, the woman turned to Phyllis. "Well, I have good news. It's not broken, it's only sprained. We should be able to deal if we make him a splint."

"Wonderful!" Phyllis said with glee. "Where's the first-aid kit?"

"Not here." The woman frowned. "Some asshole ran off with it yesterday." Phyllis' glee dies back down and her face fell.

"You tried your best." Jack tried to show his thanks.

"Wait." A man spoke up from the window of a nearby shack. All three turned to look at him. "There's a small town a little ways away from here." He pointed to the horizon. "I just came from there. There's a first-aid station in there with plenty of supplies. But it's out of the safe zone and there isn't another in the town."

"But there's supplies?" Phyllis asked. Jack cocked his head to the side.

"What are you doing, Phyllis?" Jack asked.

"I'm going to get you those supplies!" She exclaimed.

"What?! Are you crazy?" Jack asked. "There are fembots out there! They will tear you apart!"

"You need medical attention." She said. She showed off her gun. "Besides, I got protection. I can handle myself."

"You barely even know me!" Jack said, still flabbergasted. He sat up and grabbed her arm with his good hand. "You aren't going out there for my sake!"

"Oh, really?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. She gave his bad arm a light, but siudden shove. Jack yelped out and fell back down, holding his arm tightly. "Sorry about that, Jack. But I'm going and you aren't going to stop me."

With that, she set off in the direction of the town. Jack hissed through his teeth as he watched her hips sway back and forth as she left the safe zone and disappeared from sight. He groaned and laid his head back against the seat. First Amber and now Phyllis; both girls were in danger trying to save his hide. And all he could do was lie there in pain and watch the fake clouds hover overhead.