The Brave crept along slowly while Clementine and Sarah kept their eyes glued to the window. They weren't sure what they were expecting, but they both were wishing they'd find it already. Despite being terrified of what awaited them, Clem now found herself growing bored by her surroundings. There was nothing but open highway surrounded by short trees wherever she looked. And there wasn't even any cars stalled on the road, as Clem had grown accustomed to seeing.

Something that was scaring Clem was the flat tire. Sarah had removed the barbwire so it wouldn't do further damage and tried patching the holes with duct tape. When Clem asked her if that would work, Sarah admitted she had no idea. She also admitted that even if it did, it probably wouldn't help much now since the tire was already flat.

Moving along the road, Clem couldn't tell if it felt like the Brave was leaning to one side now or if it was just in her mind. She also wasn't sure if she could hear the flat tire making a slight thumping noise or was that just a noise the RV always made and she just didn't notice until today. Either way, she couldn't stop thinking about the flat. Clem had no idea how to change a tire and it sounded like Sarah didn't either.

For now, the Brave seemed to be moving along just fine at a modest pace, but Clem was afraid that was going to change any minute. And the deeper they moved into this remote island, the more of it there seemed to be. It was several minutes before Clem finally spotted their first point of interest, and it was just a split in the road.

"Which way?" asked Clem.

"Um…" Sarah eyed their road atlas.

"You don't know?" asked Clem.

"There's a lot of these islands near the coast, but it looks like there's a main road running south through them that goes back to the interstate." Sarah set the atlas down and grabbed the steering wheel. "Do either one of these go south?"

Clem removed a compass from the glove box and held it out. "I think the one on the left goes northeast, and the other one just goes east."

"Well, we want to go south, so let's not go north." Sarah turned the Brave towards the right road and started moving forward.

"You're sure we're going the right way?" asked Clem.

"Um… pretty sure." That answer didn't do much to reassure Clem, but she had no idea where they were either, so she didn't argue the point. Moving further down the road, all they found were more trees and even smaller roads. Some of them did go south, but Sarah said they needed to find a highway and not just some small off-roads. But all that seemed to lay ahead of them was more woods.

"Maybe we should go back," suggested Clem.

"Why?" asked Sarah.

"Because, we don't seem to be getting anywhere," said Clem.

"But where would we go if we went back?" asked Sarah. "We barely got out of there, and now we got a flat tire."

"I just don't want to get stuck on this island," confessed Clem.

"I think being stuck here would be better than being stuck back there where all the lurkers were. It looks like no one is living here, and we're so far from the bridge now that those lurkers following us probably can't hear us anymore."

"Yeah, but there's nothing we need out here. Nothing to eat."

"Couldn't we, I don't know, fish or something?"

"I thought you didn't like fish."

"I don't like lurkers a lot more."

"Do you know how to fish?"

"Well… no," admitted Sarah. "But don't you? Didn't you learn how when you lived in that cabin in the woods?"

"I only went fishing once before we left, and I didn't really learn much other than to use dead bugs for bait," shrugged Clem. "And even with Omid fishing every day, we didn't always have enough to eat. Some days, we had nothing at all…" Clem clutched her stomach, feeling phantom hunger pains just from recalling those long dreary days where they had no food at all.

"Pete knew a lot about fishing," said Sarah. "He said something about traps."

"Yeah, he made fish traps out of like branches and bark," said Clem. "They were these cone thingies and you stuck some bait inside one, and then put the other cone in the first one, and there's a hole in that one so the fish can get to the bait and get stuck inside."

"Do you think you could make one?"

"I just looked at one once and he told me how it worked. I have no idea how he made them."

Sarah sighed. "How did people ever find enough food thousands of years ago?"

"People a thousand years ago didn't have to worry about walkers."

"Right now we don't have to worry about lurkers." Sarah gestured to the endless pines surrounding them in all directions. "And even with there being no electricity, we still have lots of stuff they never had, and yet the only way we can get food is just to find stuff leftover from before."

"We had your garden, back in Spokeston," reminded Clem.

"And we had to leave because I couldn't grow us enough to eat to last even through the summer," rambled a bitter Sarah. "Once all the canned and dried stuff runs out, we won't have anything to eat anymore."

"We'll find more before that happens."

"I mean once all the food in the world is gone. Nobody is making any more canned goods or stuff like that, so eventually it's all gonna get used up, and then what? What'll we do then?" Sarah turned to Clem, surprised to see the younger girl appeared frightened now. "I'm… I'm sorry."

"It's okay Sarah," assured Clem. "We'll be okay."

"I hope so," said Sarah, sounding less optimistic. "I know Christa said we should stay on our own for as long as we could, but I can't help thinking this would be a lot easier if we had people helping us."

"Like who?"

"I don't know. Everyone? Anyone? I was even thinking about those two people we met back at the Five Corners Mall."

"What? They tried to rob us!"

"I know, I know. But I was thinking, what if they had just talked to us first, like the red one said they wanted to do? What would we have said to them?"

"I… I don't know," realized Clem.

"If they wanted to stay with us? Would we have let them?" asked Sarah.

"No."

"How can you just say no?"

"Because they tried to rob us and pointed a gun at OJ!"

"Okay, but what if we met someone else? Someone who said they'd help us if they could stay. Would you let them?"

"I… I wouldn't like that."

"Why not? If they'd help us then—"

"We won't know if they actually wanted to help us or were just saying they would."

"We'll never know that."

"That's why we should just stay on our own."

"For how much longer?" retorted Sarah. "Because we're going to need help fixing the Brave's tire."

"We'll figure it out on our own," asserted Clem.

"No we won't!" There was a loud screech as the Brave came to a sudden stop. Sarah spun around, stunning Clem with the anger boiling over in her eyes. "You have no idea how hard it is to keep the Brave running."

"Sarah, I'm sure you know—"

"Well I'm not! I don't know what to do. I'm not an expert. I just spent one day with a mechanic who talked too fast!"

"Sarah, it's just a flat tire," insisted Clem, trying to calm the older girl. "It's—"

"It's not just a flat tire," retorted Sarah. "The Brave's keeps pulling to the left a little when I drive it and I don't know why. There's this weird noise coming from the engine lately that I can't figure out. I'm still not sure if I'm even using the right motor oil. And it's taking longer for the Brave to start lately and I don't know if that means something is broken or not," listed Sarah nearly in tears. "And the brakes screeching just now, that's new. It's never done that before." Sarah let go of the steering wheel and started crying into her hands.

"Sarah, why didn't you ever tell me about this stuff?"

"You already do so much, I figured taking care of the Brave was the one thing I could," sobbed Sarah. "I thought I could handle it. I figured if I just did what the manuals said everything would be okay. But now I think that's not enough. And if something breaks, I won't know what to do and we'll be stuck. I… I don't even know how to can change a stupid tire. I'm… I'm so sorry."

Clem got out of her seat and approached the older girl. She appeared hunched over in the driver's seat, head hanging low in shame as she stared down at her lap. Clem leaned in close and wrapped her arms around Sarah's shoulders, squeezing her gently.

"You should have just told me," said Clem in a reassuring voice. "Did you think I would get mad at you if you couldn't fix the Brave?"

"I don't know," shrugged Sarah. "I think I just didn't want to think about it. Nothing lasts forever, so something's going to break eventually, and now that we're driving on a flat I can't stop thinking about it."

"It just has a flat tire, it hasn't broken down yet," assured Clem.

"But what happens when it does someday?" asked Sarah. "Are we going to have to find another RV? Are there any left that still work out there?"

"I don't know Sarah, but it's not broken right now. Right now, let's just try to figure out where we are. Okay?"

"Okay." Sarah dried her eyes and put her hands on the wheel. Looking up, the older girl took notice of something up ahead. "Clem? Does that look like another road?"

Clementine hastily retrieved her binoculars and peered through the windshield. "I think it's an intersection."

"For another back road or—"

"A big one."

Sarah hit the gas and Clem hurried back to her seat. They both watched the horizon eagerly as it grew closer and closer until they finally burst past the edges of the claustrophobic forest and returned to the open road. It was just a couple of paved lanes running through a grassy field surrounded mostly by short shrubbery, but at that moment, it was a sight to behold for both girls.

"Okay, we're finally out of the woods," said Sarah, breathing a sigh of relief.

"If you go right, that'll take us south," said Clem as she double checked her compass.

"And another right will take us back west," said Sarah as she maneuvered the Brave onto the road. "So we just got to keep our eyes open for a big main road heading that way and hope there's another bridge we can cross to get back to the mainland."

"And that it's not blocked, and that there's not a bunch of walkers hanging out around it," added a nervous Clem.

"Yeah." Sarah took a breath as a she tightened her grip on the wheel. There were no buildings in sight on this road and only the occasional turn for a small off-road once every few minutes. It was such a lonely stretch of highway Clem couldn't help wondering why it even existed. It just seemed to stretch endlessly into the horizon no matter how far they traveled on it. After several miles of uneventful driving, hearing Omid cry was a welcome break from the constant sprawling emptiness spread out before Clem.

"I'll go take care of him." Clem headed for the bedroom and found Omid sitting in his crib, crying softly to himself. She didn't even have to ask what was wrong; one good whiff and she knew he needed changing. Clem took care of Omid and then set him on the bed so she could button the boy back into his onesie.

"There, isn't that better?" Omid didn't answer, but he looked unsettled. "What's wrong? Are you hungry? You want a bah-bah?" No response from the unhappy infant. "You want to play?" Clem retrieved a ball from his crib and held it out in front of the boy. "You want to play catch?" Clem lobbed the ball onto the bed. It rolled into Omid's foot, but he didn't react to it. "What's wrong OJ? Do you want me to hold you?"

Clem carefully scooped the boy into her arms and lifted him off the bed. "Who's our big growing boy?" teased Clem as she pulled Omid close. "You are!" Omid still didn't respond, but he didn't look upset anymore; instead he was staring off into space. "What are you looking at?" Clem turned her head and saw what had caught Omid's attention.

"The window." Clementine climbed onto the bed and inched over to the back window. Holding Omid up to see through the glass, the boy's big brown eyes went wide with awe as he stared out at the world just beyond the Brave.

"Aw-muh-duh-ba," he babbled excitingly as he pawed at the window.

"You want to go outside." Omid kept pounding on the glass, stringing together syllables as he did so. "Sarah carrying you out on the bridge is the first time you've left the RV since Five Corners," realized Clem as Omid kept awing at the outside. "But we can't go out right now." Clementine pulled Omid away from the window and he immediately started fussing.

"Na-buh-muh-duh!" he said defiantly.

"But you can ride up front with me and Sarah, that way you can look out the window." Clem carried Omid back to the front and set him on her lap as she sat down next to Sarah.

"Is he okay?" asked Sarah.

"Yeah, I just think he wants to go outside," said Clem.

"Bah-dah-pah!" said Omid as he reached for the windshield.

"We… we never take him out," realized Sarah. "We keep him in the Brave all the time. We should have—"

"It's dangerous out there," said Clem. "You know that."

"Yeah." Sarah sighed. "It's so not fair. We can't even take him outside because something might hurt him. It's like he's going to be trapped in here for his whole life."

"It won't be his whole life," said Clem. "It's just until…"

"Until when?"

"I guess until we find somewhere safe."

"Hopefully we'll find that before he starts walking and stuff."

"Why?"

"You know, because once he learns how to walk, he'll start climbing on stuff and figure out how to use the doors," said Sarah. "Then he might just try to go outside without us."

"He… he wouldn't do that."

"Why not? He doesn't know it's dangerous yet. A couple of days ago I saw him trying to climb out of his crib."

"Really? Even though he can't walk yet?" Sarah nodded and Clem looked down to find Omid had nearly squirmed out her grasp as he tried to climb on the dashboard. "Omid, enough."

"Bah-dah-pah," he said as he tried to pull free.

"I hope we find a way off this island soon." Clem leaned back in her seat, taking a deep breath as Omid kept trying to escape her grip. Looking up, Clem noticed something in the distance.

"What is that?" asked Clem.

"I think it's a building," said Sarah.

"I hope there're no walkers in it." Clementine watched anxiously as the building grew closer. It towered over the area, like a giant white and gray box just dropped onto this big chunk of flat land. As it loomed larger, shorter buildings popped into view like weeds springing up from the pavement. They all had the same off-white coloring as the biggest building, and almost none of them had any windows.

"What is this place?" asked Clem.

"I don't know, there're no signs on this road, like at all," said Sarah. "Should we stop and check it out?"

Clem stood up and moved closer to the window. There were some cars parked in front of a few of the buildings, but not many. She couldn't see any walkers in the distance or any signs of recent activity from the living or the dead.

"I think we should just keep going," said Clem.

"Yeah, none of these buildings look like they'd have food, or anything else we need," said Sarah. "It looks almost like part of a factory. Do you think maybe they built stuff here?"

"I don't know." Clem watched as the buildings passed them by on the left and then there was just empty road ahead of them again. Clem had hoped that the buildings at least signaled they were approaching what's left of civilization soon, but once again they felt stranded on this desolate stretch of road. After several more minutes of driving that felt more like several hours, Clem noticed something new coming into focus on the horizon.

"Sarah, I think there's an intersection coming up."

"Great." Sarah slowed down as they approached a set of traffic lights. The road ahead led to a very short underpass that went under another road going in a different direction.

"Look at the railing, it's a lot like the kind on the bridge we passed to get here," said Sarah as she gestured to road running over the underpass.

"And that road goes west. I bet it leads to another bridge." Clem felt her spirits lifting as the Brave slowly moved up an on-ramp. After confirming they were going west, the Brave pushed onward, gallantly limping forward on its good tires.

"All right, after we get off this island we should look for an auto shop or something," said Clem. "Then hopefully we can figure out how to change the tire, and maybe some of this other stuff you were talking about." Clem leaned back in her chair and took a deep breath. "And then we got to find more food."

"You don't want to try Titusville again, do you?" asked Sarah.

"Not with the Brave," said Clem. "Maybe we should take turns just carrying things back. Sorta like what we did in Sumac."

"There are a lot more lurkers in Titusville than there was in Sumac, and carrying stuff back took forever."

"Yeah, it did." Clem closed her eyes, feeling exhausted just thinking about it. "I don't know, let's just get out of here first and then—" Omid suddenly started thrashing about in Clem's arms, desperately trying to break free of her grip. "Hey, where do you think you're going?"

"Bah-mah-dah!" he babbled as he tried to crawl away.

"OJ, stop." Clem felt a slight push as the Brave came to a stop. "Sarah?" Looking at the older girl, she seemed transfixed by something. "What is it?" Clem looked out the window and saw a big blue round sign on the corner of an intersection. "Kennedy space center visitor complex?" Standing up and moving closer to the window, Clementine could see a huge model of booster rockets positioned behind the sign, and looking down she saw Omid excitingly banging on the glass.

"We were further south than I thought," said Sarah as she checked the road atlas. "We're… we're on Cape Canaveral. This island is Cape Canaveral."

"Cape Canaveral?"

"It's where they launched spaceships from, or used to," explained Sarah.

"Right there?" asked Clem as she pointed outside.

"Well not there exactly, but somewhere on this island. This is like the place for tourists. Those buildings we passed, that must be where they made rockets and stuff."

"Oh." Clem looked up at the sign, then turned away. "Well, we—"

"We should check it out," proposed Sarah.

"Why?"

"Because, it would be fun."

"We've got a lot of stuff we need to do. We don't have time to—"

"We have plenty of time, it's not like the flat tire is going to get any flatter," argued Sarah. "And besides, we've been working hard for a long time now, and today has been really bad, so let's do something fun for the rest of the day. We'll be careful, and we earned it."

"Dah-bruh-da," babbled Omid as he kept excitingly tapping on the glass.

"Okay," shrugged Clem, smirking as she did so. "Why not? We could use a break. This can just be… like a vacation for today."

"Totally."