The Maxx

Maxx:
Julie, are you gonna be okay? I mean being kidnapped ‘n’ all…

Julie:
Hey, gone tried his tricks on me, but I got the best of him . S it’s history!

Maxx (thinking):
When she got out of the hospital, she used up all of her tuition money to set up a new life as a free-lance “social worker”, trying to help other victims of the urban nightmare.

Julie:
I hate whining! And I hate professional victims! All day long I hear sob stories from idiots who can’t cope and so they pick something to blame! I was robbed…I was raped! Nobody loved me! Pheet! Time out!

Maxx (thinking):
This woman used her position to build a wall around herself.

Julie:
Everybody’s got to take responsibility for their own life’, y’know

Maxx (thinking):
She helped people by controlling them…hoping to smother her own pain…something like that. And somewhere in the wild land, in the land of dreams, in Pangea,…her better self was imprisoned, by her own self loathing.

Maxx:
I dunnno, seems like, if somebody’s raped, it’s not like a test you failed or a job where you get fired… It’s somebody else’s guilt for once! You get to have your own anger and…

Maxx (thinking):
At least that’s what Gone told me, I don’t know if I believed anything he said, least of all about Julie.

Julie:
Hey, Maxx, save the liberal feminist garbage for someone who cares ‘kay? Sorry, I know, you’re just trying to watch out for me, like you always do. But it’s over now. I cut the bastards head free, you chased him back to God knows where. It's over.

Maxx (thinking):
In fact, I was already having trouble remembering, the details of what he said. It was like a dream.

Julie:
And I’m going t’be just fine.

Maxx (thinking):
A really bad dream.