Clementine looked at Matt, sobbing to himself in the chair across from her and Sarah. He'd been crying ever since Byron brought them all to the reception area in Bill's office. Clementine wasn't sure where Adam was. The last she saw of him, Tom was tying his hands behind his back with a twist tie. The three of them were alone now, waiting for Byron to finish explaining what happened to Bill.

"I'm sorry Matt," spoke a tearful Sarah, on the verge of crying herself. "I'm so—"

"Fuck you slut!" snarled a hysterical Matt. "You fucking cock tease! This is your fault!"

"I… I'm…"

"She didn't do anything wrong," dictated an angry Clem.

"If you had just kissed Mick like he wanted, none of this would have happened!"

"I know, I'm—"

"It wouldn't have happened if Mick left her alone like she wanted," retorted Clem.

"You should have been grateful that there was someone who'd actually want to touch a butt ugly whore like you!"

"Your brother should have been grateful that Sarah would actually kiss someone like him."

"Clementine!" exclaimed a surprised Sarah. "Don't—"

"Fuck you, you little bitch!" barked Matt. "This is your fault too! If you had just stayed out of this!"

Clem glared at Matt. "Fuck you too!"

"Clem!"

"Eat me you stuck-up bitch! You think you're hot shit because you swear and you can shoot a gun? You're a stupid useless kid!"

"So are you!"

"I could kick your sorry little ass! Anyone could! You see any other kids your age? They all died because they're weak and stupid. Just like you!"

"Shut up!"

"And you'll die too." A wicked smile crept across Matt's face. "You and your ugly friend both."

"Shut the fuck up!"

"It's true. You two are only alive because your parents are dragging you along."

"You don't know anything about my parents," growled Clem.

"I know you'll die as soon as your mom is gone," retorted Matt, a sadistic glee in his voice. "Because a stupid little kid like you could never survive on her own." Clem found herself fuming, wanting to scream in Matt's face about how her parents were already dead. But then, she thought of something better.

"Adam's only a year older than me," reminded Clementine in a smug tone.

"Don't you ever say that freak's name again!" snarled Matt.

"He kicked your ass."

"Clementine!" exclaimed a surprised Sarah.

"You shut your fucking mouth!" demanded a boiling Matt as he leapt out his chair.

"He kicked your brother's ass too!" Matt dove for Clementine, knocking her to the ground and grabbing her throat with both hands.

"I'll choke the life out of you, you fucking bitch!" Clem struggled in vain to pry Matt's hands off her throat. She gasped for air, desperately flailing about in an attempt to free herself.

"Get off of her!" Sarah grabbed Matt's arms and pulled him off. As Clem gasped for air, Matt jerked about in an attempt to free himself from Sarah's grip.

"Let go of me you fugly skank!" Matt pulled his arm free and punched Sarah in the face, knocking her to the floor.

"Hey!" Byron grabbed Matt by the collar and tossed him in a chair. "Sit down!"

"Why don't you go head and kill me too asshole?" blathered a hysterical Matt.

"Don't tempt me," growled Byron as he helped Sarah off the ground and moved her to one of the chairs. "Bill wants to see you first," Byron told Clementine. "Just tell him what happened."

Clementine took a few deep breaths, then headed into Bill's office, where he and Gene were waiting. She told them about how Mick tried to get Sarah to kiss him and how he wouldn't let her go. Gene seemed particularly disturbed as Clem recapped how Adam used the bucket in the bathroom to crush Mick's head.

"I knew certain things set him off, but I never thought he'd do something like that," lamented a guilt-ridden Gene.

"To me, it sounds like Mick started something, and Adam finished it," commented a blasé Bill. "Still, probably best to keep the boy separated from the others when he's not working, at least for the time being."

"That's it?" asked Clem, expecting a worse punishment.

"Not a whole lot else we can do," shrugged Bill.

"I thought I was making progress with him," said Gene.

"Now what was that noise I heard out in the hall a minute ago?" asked Bill.

"Matt tried to choke me," answered Clem.

"And why's that?"

"Well, he was saying all this stuff about how it was Sarah's fault and my fault, so I got mad and…" Clementine paused as she realized what she just said.

"And what?" asked Bill.

"He told me kids won't survive, so I told him Adam kicked him and his brother's ass." Bill briefly snickered in response to what Clem said.

"Jesus Clementine," spoke an appalled Gene. "What would possess you to say something like that? And to someone who just lost the person closest to them?"

"He wouldn't leave us alone," argued a guilt-ridden Clem.

"Well it sounds like you started something there," assessed Bill. "Better be careful Matt doesn't try to finish it."

"You're not going to do something about him? He just tried to kill me."

"Well, we can't watch you kids twenty-four seven. So, I recommend you find a way to deal with it."

"But—"

"That is unless of course, there's something else you want to tell me?" Clementine was startled by the sudden change of tone in Bill's voice. He leaned forward in his seat, his eyes suddenly sharply focused on the girl sitting across from him. "You haven't seen anything else worth telling me, have you?"

"No," said Clem.

"You sure about that?" asked Bill, his voice teeming with suspicion. "Can't think of any little thing that I might need to know about? If you did, and it's something important, I might be able to help you with this Matt problem you just started."

"No," repeated Clem, feeling more nervous with each passing moment.

"You're saying no, but your face is saying yes," noted Bill. "So, one last time, there anything you want to tell me?" Clem found herself scared stiff by Bill's intense glare.

"Lloyd said he'd get me food," Clementine hastily blurted out.

"Wait, what?" asked a shocked Gene.

"When he was guarding the pen one day," explained Clem. "He said he could get food for me."

"And what did you say?" asked Gene, anxious for an answer.

"I said I was okay." Gene appeared relieved upon hearing that. "Byron said they're not supposed to give us food."

"Um, yeah, they're not," confirmed a flustered Gene.

"Well, that's something, I guess," Bill grumbled to himself. "Anything else you want to tell me?"

"No, that's the only thing I can think of."

"Fine then, have it your way," shrugged Bill. "Go tell Byron to send that Matt kid in next. Then have him take you back to the pen." Clementine sat up and left Bill's office, locating Byron standing next to Tom, who were both watching Matt.

"Bill said he wants to see Matt," Clem told the pair.

Matt glared at Byron before slowly standing up and moving down the hall.

"He also said you're supposed to take me back to the pen," Clem told Byron.

"Tom, can you handle things here?" Tom nodded at Byron. "All right, come on." Byron switched on his flashlight and grabbed his umbrella. He led Clem out into the dark and back to the pen, where Consuelo was waiting in a raincoat. Realizing she'd be the guard Carlos would shoot, Clementine found herself actually glad to see the woman.

"Bout fucking time," she grumbled as she stood up.

"You got… wait, where the hell are you going?"

"This shit happened on your watch," said Consuelo as she wandered off. "You can stay out here in the rain until everyone's back."

Byron sighed and went for the latch. "Away from the door," he grumbled as he opened the gate.

"You're not going to search me?" asked Clem.

"Do you want me to?" asked a weary Byron.

"No."

"Me neither, just go." Clementine stepped inside and saw Carlos sitting on the bed the guns were hidden under, watching the gate intensely.

"Are you okay?" asked a worried Christa. "There's all this blood—"

"Where's Sarah?" asked Carlos in a reserved voice.

"She's at Bill's office, with Matt," answered Clem

"What the fuck happened in here?" asked Nick.

"Mick wanted Sarah to kiss him, and he wouldn't leave her alone."

"What?" bellowed Carlos. "I'll kill that boy."

"Adam already did."

"Wait, what?" asked a baffled Christa.

"He smashed his head in with a bucket. And then Byron shot him when he came back, or he was still alive and Byron shot him," explained Clem in a shaken voice. "Either way, he's dead now."

"Holy shit," spoke a stunned Nick.

"Did he hurt you?" asked Christa.

"Or Sarah?" added Carlos.

"I think he was trying to help us."

Carlos turned to Nick and Christa. "As soon as Sarah's back. Be ready."

Clem lay down on one of the beds and sighed, already exhausted from everything that's happened.

"Just a little longer," assured Christa as she sat down next to Clem. "Just a little longer Clem."

"I guess," shrugged a fatigued Clementine.

"You didn't see Adam do that to Mick, did you?" Clem nodded at Christa. "Oh, Clem."

"He said he heard people talk like that before, and he didn't understand it either," said Clem. "Right before he did it."

"Talk like what?" asked Christa.

"Mick and Matt, they were talking about Sarah and Bridget, and which one they liked better, and… they were talking about their butts for some reason. A lot. I didn't get it," recapped Clem. "And I don't get why Mick wanted to kiss Sarah so bad. I thought people only did that when they like each other, and Sarah told him she didn't want to. And then he said they had to kiss a certain way, like grown-ups do." Clem looked up at Christa. "Do you know what they were talking about? Or why Mick did that?" Christa just looked aside in response. "Christa?"

"Yeah, I heard you Clem," answered a troubled Christa.

"Well, do you know?" Again, Christa just sat there, clearly bothered by the question. "Christa?"

"I'm just trying to think how to explain all this to you." Christa sighed. "Okay, do you remember what I told you when you asked me where Omid and I's baby came from?"

"You said when a man and a woman love each other there's something special they can do together called sex, and it makes a baby grow in the woman's belly," answered Clementine.

"Yeah, well, people don't just have sex to make babies. They also do it because they want to."

"Why?"

"Because, when they reach a certain age, it's just something people want to do."

"What age?"

"Usually around twelve or thirteen. It's part of going through puberty and it can be different for everyone. Some parts of it come at different times than other parts. But once people get that old, sex is something they think about and want to do."

"But why?"

"It's… it's an impulse. Like when you're hungry, and you want to eat. Once boys and girls go through puberty, they want to do things with each other. Although, unlike eating, they won't die if they don't."

"Is it always boys and girls?" asked Clementine. "Can boys want to do things with other boys?"

"Well, yeah. Some of them."

"And can girls do sex with other girls?"

"Well… yeah… it's different, but…"

"Would both of them have a baby then?"

"No, only a man and a woman can make a baby together."

"Then why would they do it?"

"Because, it can feel good for them. Men and women don't always have sex to make babies either. They can do it just because they like it."

"Away from the door." Christa stood up and Clem climbed off the bed in a hurry. Carlos reached under the bed, ready for his moment. Clem watched as Matt stepped into the pen. He briefly glared at Clementine, then collapsed onto a bed. After a brief pause, he started crying into his pillow. Byron locked the gate and Carlos moved his hand out from under the bed.

"So, did Mick want to have sex with Sarah?" asked Clem as she sat down with Christa.

"Well I wasn't here, but yeah, probably."

"He said he just wanted to kiss her though. Is kissing sex?"

"No, people usually just don't have sex. They do other things before that, and those things can feel good too. Like kissing, or touching each other. If someone really likes a person, they might enjoy just looking at them. That's probably what those boys were talking about."

"If it feels good, how come Sarah didn't want to kiss Mick?"

"Just because you want to do things like that, doesn't mean you want to do them with just anyone. If you were hungry, you wouldn't eat a rock would you?"

"No."

"And you think some foods taste good and some taste bad right?"

"Yeah, although I'm hungry enough where I'd eat any food."

Christa sighed. "Yeah, but there's ones you like better, right?" Clem nodded. "It can be the same with people. Some you might want to be with, some you don't."

"But I don't think I've ever heard Sarah talk about wanting to kiss boys, or what they look like."

"Maybe she doesn't think about boys like that yet. Or maybe she doesn't think about it very often. Like I said, it's different for everyone. Boys tend to think more about sex than girls do."

"But what is sex? How do you do it?"

Christa sighed. "It's… like kissing… for the whole body."

"Like hugging?" asked Clem.

"No, it's more like, kissing… with your… private parts."

Clementine briefly thought about what Christa said, then shuddered. "That sounds… weird," spoke the girl in an uneasy voice.

"Well, that's why you'd only want to do that with someone you really like, and who really likes you," explained Christa in a concerned voice.

"Why would you do that with someone you didn't like?"

Christa took a deep breath. "Some people, bad people, want sex so bad, that they don't care if the other person wants to do it or not."

"Like, how Mick didn't care if Sarah wanted to kiss him or not?"

"Yeah Clem."

"But… how?" pondered a confused Clem. "How can they do something like that if the other person doesn't want to? Don't you need the other person to want to do that for it to work?" Christa rubbed her forehead. "I don't understand."

"Well… you know when the guards search you when you come into the pen?" asked Christa.

"I don't like it when they do that."

"Imagine if they didn't stop."

"What?"

"And that they weren't looking for weapons, but they just wanted to touch you."

"Why… why would…"

"And all over your body instead—"

"Stop!" Christa looked at the upset nine-year-old, breathing heavily, fear in her eyes and confusion hanging on her face.

"It's called rape," said Christa, sounding guilty as she told Clem that word. "And it's one of the worst things you can do to someone."

"Why are you telling me this?" asked a shaken Clementine.

"I'm telling you this now because I want you to know, if someone tries to touch you somewhere private, or wants you to touch them somewhere you don't, or wants you to take off your clothes, or anything strange that makes you feel uncomfortable, you need to get away from them," explained Christa carefully.

"What… what if I can't get away?" asked a nervous Clementine.

"Then you fight them," asserted Christa.

"Me?"

"Hit 'em, scratch 'em, bite 'em. Whatever you need to do to get away. If you have to, poke out their eyes. If it's a man, hit them between the legs as hard as you can. That really hurts them."

"What if I can't fight them?"

"Then scream. Make as much noise as you can so that someone will hear you and come help."

"What if no one comes?"

Christa looked aside, trying to think of an answer. "Clem—"

The rolling door to the warehouse slid open and people armed with shotguns jumped into the pen.

"Nobody move!"