Abby insisted that Clarke remain bedridden for at least the next six hours while she, Kane, and Octavia prepared the Ingranrona medical convoy. Skaikru was still expected to depart within the next day with their load of advanced medical supplies and medicine, most of which they had scavenged from the mountain stronghold before it was destroyed by Azgeda. Clarke's attendance on the convoy was still being considered in light of her recent medical emergency, although she desperately hoped that she would be left behind this time around.

Once Clarke's six hours of obligatory rest had finally expired, she impatiently hoisted herself from the mattress and hurriedly slipping on her boots when Raven strolled through the infirmary doorway. A canvas bag hung heavy over her shoulder and as she stepped closer to Clarke, her face winced at the weight against her leg.

"Is that it?" Clarke asked, tucking her laces into her boot.

"Yeah, yeah…" Raven swung the bag onto the hospital bed and unzipped the top, "Or what's left of it." Peeking inside the canvas, Clarke could see the remnants of A.L.I.E.'s power pack; it had been all but destroyed when Pike bludgeoned it in a botched attempt to destroy the AI. Everyone assumed that it had been destroyed beyond repair, yet here it was.

"How is it even working? It looks like a heap of wires and plastic…" Clarke peered deeper inside the bag and could see a bright green light flickering beneath the coils of twisted wire. Lexa is in there. Lexa is in there somewhere and I'm going to find her.

Raven shrugged and suppressed a growing smile, "No idea, but it's pretty impressive engineering to take a beating like it did and still find a way to reboot."

"Well let's just hope the red dress maniac isn't in there, too," Clarke zipped the canvas closed, "and you're positive that the chip maker was destroyed?"

"Yeah, Monty used it for spare parts. I was lucky enough to get this thing out in time."

Clarke slung the bag's strap over her shoulder and hoisted it from the mattress. The ache in her neck pulsated as she adjusted the bag against her hip, but she brushed it aside and smiled at Raven, "You did good, Raven. You always do."

Raven smiled, "What can I say? I am rather impressive, if I must say so." The two women turned to exit the infirmary, and as they did so Raven turned to Clarke, "Do you think he'll agree to this?"

"Probably not," Clarke groaned as the two departed down the empty hallway.

Murphy brushed the sweat from his brow, leaving behind a smear of dirt and mud from his soiled gloves. Propping his weight against the tall shovel, he glared at the gaping hole in the earth before him and sneered.

"I hate digging."

"Well it's better than being cooped up inside that metal husk all day," Emori approached him, pushing an empty wheelbarrow. She rested the prongs of the barrow onto the ground and stepped around towards the very dirty, sweaty man beside her. "And you look so handsome covered in dirt."

Murphy scoffed and rolled his eyes, "We are literally just moving the dirt from one spot to another spot. We're dirt-movers."

"It could be worse," Emori said with a smile. Reaching up behind Murphy, she planted a palm full of damp earth on top of Murphy's head and laughed.

Murphy's sneer shifted to a confident grin, and he accepted the dirt cascading down his face and shoulders, "Oh okay. I'm going to get you later for that, you just wait."

"Don't leave me waiting too long," Emori laughed, swiping the remnants of dirt from her hand onto her pant leg. Glancing up, she caught sight of Clarke and Raven approaching from across the field. "Oh, looks like we have some visitors."

Murphy turned and watched as the two advanced closer, and when Clarke parted her lips to speak, Murphy was quick to speak first.

"No."

"- Murphy, you don't even know what-"

"I said no, Clarke. I recognize that look on your face when you have an idea, and I'm not interested," Murphy turned back to the mound of earth he had just shoveled out and thrust the spade deep into the dirt. Raven stepped forward as he lifted and tossed heaps into the empty wheelbarrow.

"So you're content being a ditch digger? You don't wanna get out of here?"

Murphy scoffed and tossed another mound into the wheelbarrow, "On the contrary, I hate it here. I hate this job. And I hate most of the people here." He looked over his shoulder and brushed away a layer of earthy dust from his jacket. "But we weren't exactly given a choice, were we?"

"What if we could offer you a chance to get out now that the blockade has been lifted?" Clarke asked, her eyes scanning the area to check if anyone was close enough to overhear their conversation.

"How about you get to the point?" Emori's her voice was sharp and rigged with impatience.

Clarke faltered as she rested her hand against the canvas bag at her hip. Swallowing her hesitation, she dropped her eyes to the ground beneath her, "We need you to guide us out of here to where Jaha found A.L.I.E."

Murphy and Emori exchanged wary glances before he rotated to face Clarke, his expression shifting to a cautious curiosity. "Question number one: what's the catch? Question number two: why?"

"Answer number one: no catch. You and Emori can get out of here and… I guess, do whatever you and Emori do after we get there," Raven replied flatly, brow furrowing.

"And you're the only two who can take us," Clarke stated, her voice sinking to a whisper, "the A.L.I.E. power source rebooted itself and, before having the commander's chip taken out, Lexa tried communicating with me." Clarke's heart fluttered in her chest thinking back at the visions of Lexa she'd seen in the forest. She stifled a smile turning at the corner of her lips at remembering how her dark green eyes had locked with hers. "She's alive."

"You sound like a crazy person," Emori exhaled.

"I'm not crazy," Clarke snapped, a flush of anger blushing her cheeks, "I saw her, okay? Raven can back me up on the theory that Lexa is still alive in the City of Light. But we can't reach her unless we can gain access to her supply of spare parts and equipment."

Murphy shook his head, "How can we be sure that the AI bitch isn't in there with her? I don't exactly have warm fuzzies about anyone venturing back into the City of Light."

"Have anything else better to do?" Raven chided. "If you wanna stay here to play Murphy-the-ditch-digger until the radiation comes to kill us all then be my guest. But we'd rather have a little fun before we die."

Emori shrugged and raised her eyebrows, "Well, I can't really argue with that logic."

"Yeah, compelling point," Murphy grumbled, impaling the shovel deep into the dirt mound. He slid off his filthy gloves and tossed them to the ground, "So what's this grand plan of yours, princess?"

Clarke smiled and shifted the weight of the canvas bag beneath her shoulder, "I'm glad you asked."