Sometimes she thinks she misses Lee more than her parents. It's a guilt-inducing thought, but Lee's the one she wishes for when she's scared. Maybe it's just too hard imagining her parents going through the things they did. Doing the things Lee had to do.

Ultimately, they all met the same fate, so... it wasn't worth spending too much time dwelling on how things would have gone if they hadn't left her with a babysitter. Clementine does her best not to think about it. The thoughts often found their way in anyway. Lee, her parents. She'll never have both.

But Lee is here. Others, too--Ben, Carley, Molly. Her friends. Paradisa wasn't safe from everything, but it was safe enough. It's not difficult to remember why she wanted to live here.

Clementine clumsily shoves aside the blankets on her lap to run to Lee and bury her face into his shirt. He smells clean and real and feels warm. He's the man in the photo, not the corpse she had made the mistake of glancing at before leaving the city. It's more than enough to get her crying. She's cried a fair amount, but not with big, heavy tears and sobs. Not like this.

Her arm is on fire, wrapped around him, but she doesn't care. She would happily keep it there forever. Just as long as she never has to go home again. Sacrificing her own arm would be nothing. Just for a little more time.