Bellamy stood up in anticipation, ready for whatever Lexa had in store for them. He tried to look tough, like a leader, but he worried that he just looked scared instead. As the de facto leader of the camp, he was supposed to be an emblem of power and strength. But as he waited for Lexa to reach him and Octavia, he didn't feel powerful or strong; he felt weak. Weak and scared. He wasn't prepared for any interaction with Grounders after what they had done to his people. He felt completely blindsided as Lexa stopped a few feet in front of him and began to speak.

Octavia must've been worried because she grabbed his hand and they both listened to what Lexa had to say.

"We have captured the Mountain Man."

Bellamy had no idea what she was talking about. As far as he was concerned, everyone in Mount Weather had perished.

"There are no more Mountain Men left," Bellamy said confidently, wondering what was going on.

"I did not say Mountain Men. I said Mountain Man, as in one. We captured the last remaining survivor."

As usual, Lexa showed no emotion on her face. Bellamy couldn't read her at all. But apparently she could read him. A small smile crept on to her face as she saw the shock and surprise that had no doubt appeared on Bellamy's face at that exact moment.

He felt Octavia's hand in his as he gathered his thoughts. He had to say something, but he was speechless. How could any of the Mountain Men survive outside?

Octavia spoke instead. "How did he survive?"

Lexa shrugged. "We don't know, we caught him stumbling into our camp and he was pretty weak. We were going to help him, since we made a truce with his people. But then, he made it clear that he was the enemy." Lexa waited for a reply. The silence was awkward for a few moments.

Bellamy finally found his voice. "Why are you telling us this?"

"Because we need your help." Lexa made a strange noise and hand gesture, and two of her guards poured out of the woods behind her. Bellamy and Octavia jumped; they couldn't even tell that anyone else was in the woods behind Lexa. The Grounders were like chameleons, adapting and changing color to blend into their environment.

Bellamy eyed the guards. He was about to ask Lexa why the hell he would help the Grounders after they double crossed them at Mount Weather, until he saw who the guards were dragging between them. It was someone he loathed more than the Grounders, and with one look at him he suddenly had no issues helping Lexa.

It was Cage.

Clarke followed Abraham about a mile south, until they came across a brook. Clarke heard the sounds of rushing water before she saw it, and this was enough to excite her. 'How funny,' she thought, 'I used to get excited about good grades and seeing Wells back on the Ark. Now on Earth, I get excited over finding water.'

She rushed ahead of Abraham and bent down to scoop up some water into her hands. It was the best water she had ever tasted. She instantly felt better after a few sips, like her dehydration symptoms were going away. She filled up her canteen and washed her hands and face. When she was done, she stood up and spun around. For a moment, she had forgotten that Abraham was there. He was looking at her curiously, like he had never seen a thirsty person before.

"Our camp is about a half a mile south of here. There is something I should tell you before we get there." Abraham sounded concerned.

Clarke eyed him suspiciously. "Your people don't want me in your camp?" she asked nervously. She was hoping to join a Grounder tribe...

"That's not it. It's just... I'm afraid you won't understand."

"I'm pretty open minded Abraham. What is it?"

The tension between them grew deeper. Clarke never felt more like an outsider. She felt like she didn't belong anywhere on Earth.

Abraham took a deep breath. "The thing is, we have a sky person among us."

Clarke smiled. She hoped it was Octavia, someone she knew. "Who?"

"He didn't come down with you and your people. He came before."

Clarke looked at Abraham quizzically. "That's impossible. My drop ship was the first one to depart from the Colony."

"I'm afraid you are wrong, Clarke. He came down many months ago. We tried to help him, but... He turned on us. We had no choice to keep him as a prisoner until his trial."

"What did he do?" Clarke's heart was beating fast and her mind was racing. How could someone from the Ark have come down to the ground before the hundred?

"I've said too much. Maybe if he sees you join our camp, he'll apologize. Maybe you can even reason with him." Abraham looked hopeful.

"I'll try, if your commander allows." Clarke was curious to see who this person was. Maybe she will recognize him as someone she saw on one of the ship decks. Maybe she even knew them, or maybe he knew her mother or father... Her mind was racing with possibilities. "Can we go, now?" she asked urgently.

"Follow me," Abraham said, as he started walking south along the brook. Clarke followed him.

Cage was forced to walk up to the two sky people in front of him, the Grounder guards dragging him along. He looked at the boy in disgust. He didn't recognize the girl, but he recognized the boy. He was the one who snuck into Mount Weather and infiltrated his people. The one who helped Clarke kill his father, Dr. Singh, and anyone he had ever known.

The boy looked at him in contempt. "So the feeling is mutual," Cage spat at him.

"You murdered people."

"So did your girlfriend."

The boy lunged at him, but the girl held him back. She was strong, for a young person. She was pleading with him, something about no more violence, blah blah blah. Cage wanted nothing more for the boy to punch him, so he could beat him to death.

"Stop!" The commander shouted from behind him.

The boy composed himself. "What do you want us to do with him?" he asked the commander.

"We want your leader present at his trial. Before we kill him."

"That would be me." The boy said, faking his confidence. His expression changed and he spoke again. "I know you are confused," he said, looking at the commander. "But Clarke is gone." Cage couldn't see her face, but she was probably wondering the same thing he was. What had happened to Clarke?

Jaha stood in front of Alie, amazed. He had never seen anything so scientifically advanced in his life. This kind of science would not have been possible on the Ark. How could the ruined Earth be more advanced than the Ark? Everything he had ever known in his life was all being questioned by his quick thinking brain at this very moment. Everything he knew about humanity felt like a huge lie.

"Are you at a loss for words, Thelonious?" Alie laughed, almost like she was flirting with him.

"I... yes. How... ?" Jaha's brain was working in overdrive, trying to piece everything together and understand how Alie's system was created 97 years ago and still working perfectly. He couldn't organize his thoughts fast enough to put them into words.

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions, which I will answer when you form them. But for now, I have some questions for you."

"What kind of questions?"

"About the Ark," Alie flashed him a beautiful smile.

"You know about the Ark?" Jaha had even more questions now.

"Of course I do. My creator new about it before his untimely death." Alie looked genuinely sad when she said this, almost like she was... Human.

Jaha exhaled. "What do you want to know?"

Clarke followed Abraham for a few minutes before she saw huts and people clustered among the trees. She felt nervous, like she did the last time she entered Grounder territory for the first time. That felt like a million years ago...

People started to notice her approaching the camp with Abraham. They stopped what they were doing and stared. Some men were gardening, some women were washing clothes in a huge water filled basin, and some children were playing a game that looked like hopscotch, an Earth game she remembered seeing pictures of in a book once.

But now, they were all still, staring at her. She wondered if she would be taken prisoner by their commander, without even getting a chance to speak to him or her and explain to them that she meant them no harm...

Flashes of Finn came before her eyes. How many Grounders he had murdered, how it had devastated their community. She just hoped that these Grounders didn't think all sky people were the same.

Abraham spoke in English, and for that she was grateful. "Tree People, I have discovered another Sky Person in our lands. But she means us no harm. She has come to reason with the prisoner."

Clarke shot him a surprised look. She never said she would definitely do it, she just said that she would try...

Silence. All eyes were on Clarke. She scanned the crowd, wondering if Octavia had in fact come here with Lincoln. But instead, her eyes fell on Indra.

She stepped forward, never taking her eyes off Clarke. She spoke loudly. "If you do this for us, Clarke, what do you want in return?"

Clarke studied her for a moment before speaking. Indra never seemed like a commander, at least not like Lexa. She wondered if she was in charge, or just Lexa's second.

"A place to stay, please."

Indra was quiet for a few minutes. "Fine," she said. She gestured to a man behind her who looked like a guard. "Get her a cot." She then turned to Abraham and spoke to him in her language. They spoke for a while, but Clarke could only pick up on a few words. Blood, no, and commander.

Soon, Indra left them and went back to her hut. Abraham motioned for Clarke to follow him. "The prisoner is this way." They walked through camp. A few people went back to their work, but most watched her walk past, never saying anything. They looked at her like she was a foreign object. 'Perhaps these Grounders had never seen everyone from Camp Jaha,' she thought.

They finally stopped in front of a small cabin, the door guarded by two guards. They moved out of the way to let Clarke through. She reached for the door, then looked back at Abraham. "Aren't you coming?"

"No, I'll wait right here." He seem disgusted to even be near the cabin, like he hated the prisoner with a burning passion.

Clarke took a few breaths to steady herself. Finally, she opened the door and walked inside. It was dark and hot, the only light coming from a fire in the center of the cabin. It was only autumn, it was not cool enough out to start a fire. She was sweating already.

Through the flames, she saw the prisoner. He was slumped against the wall, the flames only illuminating his face, which was facing down. He had blonde hair.

"Hello," Clarke said softly. He looked up with a start. Clarke didn't think he even heard her enter the cabin, and she felt bad for startling him.

"I didn't mean to scare you, I..." her voice trailed off. The man's face looked eerily familiar. She told herself this couldn't be possible, she must be imagining this man's face. She blinked several times, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. 'It can't be... But he looks so much like...' She couldn't make sense of her own thoughts.

The man smiled, a familiar smile. "Clarke," he said.

Her heart filled with joy and wonder. This was really happening.

"...Dad?"