Carlos looked to his daughter. He hadn't gotten the chance to talk to her the day before so he decided it would be the perfect opportunity to do it now, before they put him to work. "Sarah," He called, approaching the girl.

The teen gave a jump as Carlos called her name. She looked up from her book and at her father, "Y-Yes?"

"I would like to speak with you." Carlos said simply.

"Okay..." Sarah nodded. She hoped she wasn't in trouble. She hated when her father was disappointed in her. She waited nervously as he took a seat beside her.

"I need to ask you something." Carlos spoke in a tone that let her know he was serious about what he needed to say.

Sarah once again gave a nod, placing her book down to look at the man. "Alright..." She said. "What is it about?" She asked.

"It's about Clementine." Carlos said.

Sarah swallowed. "What about her?"

"Do you understand what happened to her?" Carlos questioned, hoping he didn't have to explain the situation to the girl.

"I... I think so...Someone was hurting her." Sarah replied.

"Yes." Carlos nodded, letting out a sigh. "Did Clem ever tell you about anything happening to her?"

Sarah's eyes widened. She didn't want to lie to her father, but she wanted to keep her promise to Clementine. "N-No." She stammered.

Carlos raised a brow, "Are you sure?"

"Yes." Sarah quickly nodded.

"If she did, you can tell me, Sarah." Carlos said in a reassuring tone, "We're trying to prevent anything bad from happening again."

"She didn't tell me anything." Sarah said, shaking her head. "D-Don't you believe me, daddy?"

"Okay." Carlos sighed. "I believe you."

"I'm glad..." She gave a brief smile, before frowning as a question came to mind, "Dad..."

"Yes?" Carlos said.

"So, what's going to happen to the person who hurt Clem. They're going to go to jail, right?" Sarah asked.

"Well...They would have, but we can't really put them in jail right now." Carlos explained to the innocent girl.

"Why not?" Sarah inquired. "Isn't that where bad people go?"

"Yeah. But the police have been busy." Carlos excused.

"With what?" Sarah asked, brows furrowed in confusion.

"They've been trying to get rid of the things outside." The doctor said.

"The walkers?" Sarah asked.

"Walkers?" Carlos questioned back.

"That's what Clementine calls them." The glasses wearing teen explained to him.

Carlos let out a sigh, he had told Clementine not to talk about them. "Yeah."

"Oh." Sarah nodded. "So… what would happen then, to the person that hurt Clementine, I mean?"

Carlos fought the urge to shrug. "They...They would be punished somehow."

"I see..." Sarah said, a frown tugging at her lips. "Not like...kill them?"

"No..." Carlos replied, although he was unsure of what would happen.

"Good." As much as she felt this feeling of hate towards Carver, Sarah didn't want him to die. If anything, dying would just be an easy way out for him after what he did to Clem.

Seeing how tense things were getting and noting the frown on Sarah's lips, Carlos decided to change the subject. "Sarah, how about you go back to reading that book Bonnie gave to you." He suggested.

"Okay." Sarah agreed.

"I appreciate you answering my question." Carlos thanked her.

"Yeah. Alright. If you have anymore questions you can ask me." Sarah shrugged, picking up her book and turning her attention back to it.

"Okay." Carlos nodded. "Thank you, sweetie, for being honest."

Sarah felt sadness hit her. She hated lying to her father. She pretended to be reading her book as she softly replied. "Y-Yeah. Of course."

"Hey Clem..." Luke offered a smile to the child. He was tired, he hadn't gotten much sleep last night, but he didn't mind. As long as Clem was okay.

"Hey." The child greeted back, not returning his smile.

"How you feeling?" The man questioned.

Clementine gave a shrug. "It's cold."

"Yeah. Yeah it is." Luke couldn't help but agree with her.

The blanket they shared was light and didn't help much in keeping them warm. Regardless of her complaints, Clementine remained in her spot.

"You okay?" He asked.

"I'm hungry." The child complained.

Luke silently. forced himself into sitting position, reaching for his bag. "Let me see what we got left." He said, before taking a look into the bag. Much to his dismay, it didn't have much left. He had known he was running low, but he thought he had more then what he saw now.

"Here." He handed her a granola bar, taking another for himself. There was one left, he'd make sure to save it for her.

"Thank you." Clementine said.

He waited a few moment as the girl started munching on the bar. Taking a deep breath, he thought of how he should approach the child about what happened.

"Clem," He called.

"Hmm?" Clementine mumbled.

"I gotta ask you something, okay?" He said.

"Okay." Clementine nodded. She didn't mind answering questions, depending on what she was being asked.

"I want you to be honest with me…" Luke said.

The child rolled her eyes and responded, "Right..."

Luke looked to her, watching her face carefully and asked, "Did Carver hurt you?"

Clementine's eyes widened. She was a little taken-aback by the question, but she should have seen it coming. "You want me to be honest?" She asked slowly.

"Yes." Luke replied.

"Okay..." She nodded once more. "Honestly..." She continued, "I don't want to answer that question."

"Clem..." Luke called again, voice sounding pushy.

"What?" Clementine asked slightly annoyed, why couldn't he just let it go.

"Please?" Luke pleaded.

"Please what?" Clementine groaned.

"Just tell me. Please, kid. I need to know." Luke sounded desperate.

Clementine lowered her head. She knew he was truly worried about her. She remembered how she hate lied to Rebecca and couldn't help but feel bad.

Clementine swallowed before looking to Luke. "And... And if I say yes...what would happen?"

"I'd kick his ass, Clem." Luke said.

Clementine looked down, chewing at her bottom lip.

"What did he do to you?" Luke asked.

"He...He did weird things to me." She admitted.

"What?" Luke asked, confusion hitting him hard.

"He made me dirty..." Clementine said. Nothing more, nothing less.

Luke felt his heart clench and he continued to interrogate the child. "Where?"

"Everywhere." Clementine shrugged.

"How did he make you dirty, Clem?"

"He...He did stuff to me...and made me do stuff to him." Clementine responded, feeling her eyes watering as she fought back tears.

Luke closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He struggled to conceal his anger as the realization of what she meant hit him.

"You're not dirty, Clem. He is." He pulled her into a protective hug. "He can't hurt you anymore."

"He will." She muttered.

"No he won't." Luke argued.

"How do you know?" She asked.

"Because I'm not going to let him hurt you." Luke said.

"How can you stop him?" Clementine wondered.

"We're gonna leave. We're gonna go and nothing will happen again." Luke told the girl, hoping his words would make her feel better, even the slightest bit.

They didn't. "What's our plan?" Clementine asked.

"I... don't know yet." Luke said after a moment of silence.

Clementine suddenly narrowed he eyes, "What do you mean, you don't know?" Her little voice was full of fear and panic, "I thought you were thinking of something."

"Shh...Calm down, Clem." Luke wrapped his arms around her trying to quiet her.

"Don't tell me to shush!" Clementine crossed her arms.

"Look Clem... I'm gonna think of something." He said.

"That's what you said before." Clementine protested. "We have to leave Luke. We...We can't just stay here."

"I know. We're going to, Clem."

"When?" She demanded.

"Soon. I promise you, kid." Luke said.

"Fine..." The girl huffed, pulling away from him.

"What are you doing?" Luke asked.

"Going to sleep." Clementine replied, laying back in her spot.

"But you just got up." Luke pointed out.

"I know. But there's nothing better to do." Clementine said. "And I'm hungry."

"I gave you a granola bar." Luke said.

"That's not enough." Clementine said, she was still hungry.

Luke knew she was right. He himself wished they had something other than just snacks to eat. "How about this, I'll try to find you something."

"Where?" The child's voice was suddenly cold as she asked, "On the ground?"

"I'll look around." Luke said, ignoring her cold tone.

Good luck with that." She scoffed.

"Clementine, I'll get you something, just stop acting that way." He said. He already felt terrible know about Carver's actions and she was only making him feel worse knowing he didn't have anything to give her.

"We're going to die in here..." Clementine said.

"Stop it." He ordered.

"What?" Clementine asked.

"Don't talk like that." Luke said.

"Why not?" Clementine asked, "It's true."

"No. No, it's not. Clem." Luke shook his head, surprised that the child could sound so hopeless. So ready to give up. "Look, I'm trying to come up with a plan."

"Well, let me know when you do." Clementine replied.

"Why don't you think of something then, Clem?"

"Cause...I'm a kid! Just let me be one!" She snapped before curling up, not wanting to talk anymore.

Luke took her hint, letting out a sigh. He didn't know why the kid was acting that way. But he couldn't blame her. After finding out what Carver did to her, all he wanted to do was kill that man.