Crossing the bridge dragged on for far longer than Clementine remembered it taking when they came to this island. The girl wasn't sure if this part of the river was simply bigger or it was just her impatience, but they couldn't reach the mainland soon enough. Several minutes of driving brought the pair to a drawbridge. On one lane the bridge was stuck open, on the other it was closed.

Clem was grateful they were on the side with the closed drawbridge, but as they slowly drove across, she couldn't help wondering what they would have done if they had picked the wrong road. The two lanes had become two narrow bridges at this point, and there wasn't enough room to turn around. Would they have had to back-up the entire way? And what if both drawbridges had been open, then what would they have done?

Thankfully, the rest of the crossing went smoothly and the Brave emerged back on the mainland. The bridges exited out into a rural area surrounded by trees that led right back to the interstate. Clem elected to let Sarah drive now as sitting on a book just to see over the dashboard had become very uncomfortable for the young girl.

While traveling south on the interstate, Clementine returned to the bedroom to check on Omid. Changing him was easy enough, but feeding him proved more difficult. She tried to convince Omid to drink a little water from his sippy cup but no matter how much she prodded he wouldn't. Eventually, Clem relented and just made him a bottle, wincing at the fact they only had a few containers of formula left for a baby who still wasn't weaned. But then she thought even if he was weaned they'd have little to feed him with.

After making sure he finished his bottle, Clementine headed back to the front. Looking around, she couldn't help noticing that any derelict cars they passed had been moved to the side of the road. As they approached a suburban neighborhood, Clem saw even more cars pulled aside, many of which had open doors and trunks, and the houses she examined had open doors too.

"People have been through here," announced an anxious Clem.

"Yeah, it looks like it," said Sarah.

"Then why are we still on this road?" asked Clem. "We need to get off it, right now!"

"What, why?"

"Because there could still be people around here!"

"Clem, calm down," urged Sarah. "It doesn't look like there's been anyone here recently."

"How can you tell?"

"Well… umm…"

"You can't," concluded Clem. "Get off this road."

"Clem…"

"Did you forget what the last two people we ran into near the interstate almost did to us?"

"Of course not," retorted Sarah. "But—"

"Or what Shaffer's did?"

"I was living there. How could—"

"We need to get off this road before anyone sees us, right now."

Sarah groaned and brought the Brave to a stop at an intersection. "Okay Clem," said Sarah as she applied the parking brake. "Where do we go?"

"Just get off this road."

"And go where?" repeated Sarah.

"I don't know." Clem looked out the window. "Maybe just turn here?"

"Why? The cars on that road are pulled off to the side," said Sarah. "People have probably been that way too."

"Well… maybe that'll take us further away from whoever was here."

"Or it might take us closer to them," said Sarah. "You don't know that road will take us further away from whoever might be here than the one we're on right now."

"Okay… well…" Clem thought to herself. "Let's go back north. We know there's no one there."

"Because there're tons of lurkers," reminded Sarah. "The whole reason we're even here is because we got a flat driving away from there."

"If there are people here they might do worse," asserted Clementine.

"Worse than a herd of lurkers who want to eat us?" retorted Sarah.

"Yes!"

"You can't be serious."

"Of course I am! Do you really think people won't do terrible things to us?"

"I don't think all people are terrible."

"But some of them are."

"You don't know whoever's here will hurt us. You don't even know if there is anyone still here or not."

"You don't either, and you don't know if whoever was here won't hurt us."

"I know the lurkers will, always," declared Sarah. "And I know there's a ton of them back the way we came. I know there probably aren't many, if any here because people probably killed them. And I know in other places we've checked where people cleared out the food they still left stuff like tires and tools behind. And I know we need stuff like that to fix the Brave. So this seems like the best place to look."

Clem stared at Sarah, finding herself surprised by the frustration that seemed to be brewing just behind those usually soft brown eyes. "Well?" asked an annoyed Sarah. "Am I wrong?" Clementine tried to think of an argument, only to turn away when she couldn't. "That's what I thought." Sarah reached for the parking brake but Clem grabbed her hand. "Clem…"

"Let me just look around," insisted Clem. "I'll take the telescope, go up on top of the Brave, and make sure there's nobody close to us." Sarah looked at Clem for a moment, then took her hand off the parking brake.

"Okay, that makes sense." Sarah switched off the Brave's engine and went to grab the telescope while Clem checked her gun. It was still loaded like she suspected it was, but Clem felt her heart beating a little faster as she slipped the gun back into its holster. She went to the fridge and retrieved her raincoat next, wincing a little at the smell as she slipped it on.

"I focused it on the horizon earlier," said Sarah as she approached Clem. "But you can turn this to adjust it if you have to." Clem looked at the piece Sarah was pointing to. "Okay?"

"Um… yeah." Clem moved to take the telescope, but Sarah wouldn't release it.

"Do… do you want me to do it?" asked Sarah. "I know how the telescope works, so—"

"I'll do it," insisted Clem as she wrapped her arms around the telescope's legs. "Just stay here and be ready to drive, in case I see anything bad."

"Okay. If that's what you want."

"It is." Clem headed for the door, which Sarah opened for her.

"Don't forget to lock the door until I get back." Clem looked out onto the pavement just past the threshold and took a couple of deep breaths. The girl burst out the door and rushed towards the back of the Brave, a brisk wind stinging her face as she ran.

Clem adjusted her grip on the telescope as she tried to scale the ladder; it wasn't heavy, just awkward to carry with only one arm. Reaching the top, she set the telescope down and scanned the immediate area with her eyes. She spotted scattered buildings ahead, behind, and to the right of her. To the left was water, and lots of it, with the island they left earlier on the horizon. Except for the palm trees adorning the sides of the road, Florida didn't look much different from Georgia.

Not wanting to spend a second more than necessary outside, Clem hastily set up the telescope. She unfolded its legs and immediately looked into the eyepiece, only to find herself gazing up at the sky. Clem tried adjusting the device while looking through it, but the narrow field of vision made that difficult.

Pulling away from the eyepiece, Clem tilted the telescope until it looked even with the ground and checked again. With a few more minor adjustments, the girl found herself looking down the road to her right, or at least she assumed. The telescope saw so much further than her binoculars it was a little disorienting.

Clem wasn't sure how far away she was seeing, but she could spot more cars sitting on the side of the road in the distance, along with more houses with open doors and broken windows. No walkers to be seen, nor any more recent signs of people, which helped Clem to breathe a little easier.

Turning the telescope to see further down the road the Brave was already on, Clem spotted more of the same, except with a few shops thrown in that also appeared looted. Looking at the signs, most of them were gas stations, but turning to the left a little, Clem spotted one that read 'Auto Repair' with a picture of a wheel next to it. Looking up from the telescope, Clementine couldn't locate it with her bare eyes, but double checking the telescope confirmed it was indeed down the road.

Spinning around one last time to make sure nothing was approaching, Clementine folded up the telescope's legs and headed back down the ladder. She knocked on the Brave's door twice, then once, and then heard the lock click open. Clem stepped into the Brave and handed the telescope back to Sarah.

"So?" asked Sarah. "What did you see?" Clementine sat down in the passenger seat. "Clem?"

Clementine took a breath. "There's… there's a sign for an auto repair shop down this road."

"Really? That's perfect." Sarah sat down in the driver's seat but Clem grabbed her hand when she reached for the keys. "Clem?"

"Let's…" Clem stopped to think for a moment. "Once we fix the tire, let's go back north."

"Clem, I don't—"

"We wouldn't do what we did yesterday again," assured Clem. "We'll just, go back to that park where it was safe, and you and I can take turns carrying back the food on foot, like we did our first day in Sumac."

"Uh, that took forever," moaned Sarah. "And it was exhausting."

"I know, I know," said Clem. "But, that's the safest choice. We know there's food there and I got it before on foot. There's probably not any food left here, and there might be people. So once the Brave is fixed, we should go back that way." Clem looked at Sarah, anxiously awaiting a reply. "That makes sense, right?"

Sarah nodded. "Yeah, it does." Sarah turned the key and the engine sputtered for several seconds, then kept sputtering much to Clem's horror. Looking at Sarah, Clem could see the older girl was every bit as scared, but then finally the engine started and the girls breathed a sigh of relief. The Brave kept moving down the road and Clem kept her eyes on the horizon.

Eyeing the buildings as they passed by them, Clem saw there was slim to no hope there was anything edible in any of them. The store fronts' windows were broken, the doors were torn open, and their insides had been cleared out, like a skeleton picked clean by vultures.

Sun baked bits of trash and chunks of loose debris blew by like so many dead leaves in the wind, and the only sound was the Brave's engine as it slowly rolled through this ghost town. Clem was on the edge of her seat, constantly scanning everything in sight, afraid they were moving closer to danger with every passing second.

"Is that it?" Clem suddenly looked at Sarah and saw she was pointing to a sign far down the road.

"I think so." Clem removed her binoculars and held them up to her face. "Auto repair." The Brave began to move faster after Clementine spoke those words and the young girl felt a tinge of relief as the garage come into view. Sarah pulled the Brave up beside the store and Clem leapt out of her seat.

"I'll double check to make sure there's no one around," said Clem as she collected the telescope.

"I'm gonna check the Brave's manual to see if it says anything about tire changes." Clem headed back outside and up the ladder. With or without the telescope, all she found was more abandoned buildings in every direction but one. On her left was the massive body of water that had persisted every mile they had driven south since returning to the mainland.

It was so vast it stretched out into horizons on two sides while only just barely yielding to a distant island on the third side. Clem could swear it was the ocean, but the lack of any beaches or a tide led Clem to accept Sarah's appraisal that this was a river; apparently just a damn big one.

Even though she didn't expect anything to approach her from that side, Clem couldn't resist using the telescope to look out at the island across from the water. It was so big that it spanned the entire horizon just like the river did. Clem found herself grateful they had left it when they did as she didn't see any more bridges they could cross, but then again, she couldn't see the bridge they crossed earlier anymore either.

Her curiosity satisfied, Clementine headed back down the ladder, electing to leave the telescope for now. A quick examination of the garage revealed it had been looted, but as Sarah had predicted, there were plenty of heavy tools that had been left behind.

Clem didn't know a lot about cars, but she did recognize the large jack sitting in the corner. Examining it more closely, she found it had wheels and didn't hesitate to grab it by its long handle. The young girl had some difficulty wheeling the heavy object back towards the Brave, but with more than a little effort, she managed to roll it right up to the flat tire. Not sure what to do next, Clem headed back into the Brave to consult Sarah, who was quietly reading the RV's owner's manual.

"Does it say anything about changing tires?" asked Clem as she stored her raincoat back in the fridge.

"Well, there's a spare tire hidden on the underside near the back."

"Really? So we don't even have to find a tire?"

"No, but we need a jack and a tire iron."

"I already found a jack," announced Clem. "What's a tire iron?"

"It's the thing that unscrews the nuts on the tire. I think they look like big metal X's."

"I'll go find one, you get the tire." Clem rushed back outside and into the garage. Tools had been scattered across the floor, forming an almost metal web of misplaced objects near the workbench. Clem dug through the mess, examining them one tool at a time, trying to determine if any one of them was a tire iron. There were lots of different sizes of wrenches, power tools that could no longer get power, and lots of loose nuts and bolts.

But then Clem's eyes fell on a big metal 'X' with rounded ends lying in the corner. It looked like the right size for the nuts on the tire, so the girl grabbed the tool and bounded out of the garage. Approaching the back of the Brave, Clem saw Sarah's legs sticking out from under the vehicle.

"Sarah?" Clem's call was answered by a black wheel being slid out from under the RV.

"You got the tire iron," noted Sarah as she emerged from under the Brave.

"You got the tire," added Clem.

"I guess we got everything we need." Sarah collected the tire. "That was actually pretty easy."

"Yeah. Let's hurry up and change the tire so we can get out of here." The pair set the tire and tire iron down and then approached the flat.

"Okay, the manual said to put the jack under the axle when changing the rear tire," explained Sarah as she knelt down. "I think this part right here is what needs to go under the axle." Sarah pointed to the small metal plate on the jack that looked like an ashtray.

"Okay." Clem grabbed the jack by the handle and started wheeling it under the RV near the tire. She took great care to aim the metal disc at where the axle should be.

"Little more and… stop!" ordered Sarah. "I think that's good." Sarah stood up and joined Clem by the jack's handle. "Now, we got to lift it up."

"If we can." Clem gripped the handle along with Sarah and pushed it down, then pulled it back up. It was a simple but tedious action that was easy enough until the jack connected with the axle and the handle became a lot harder to push down.

"Let me make sure the jack is still in the right place." Sarah got down on her stomach and crawled under the RV. "Okay, it looks good."

"I hope we're strong enough for this," spoke an uneasy Clem as she grabbed the handle.

"We've done it before," reminded Sarah as she gripped the handle, her hands right next to Clem's.

"That car was a lot smaller than the Brave."

"Yeah, but… we're bigger now." Sarah flashed Clem a hopeful grin, which the younger girl found infectious. "On three. One, two, three!" Clem bared down on the handle and it moved slowly but steadily. Using the jack was difficult and each push was a challenge. After only about a minute of using the tool, Clem felt her hands began to ache.

"It is working?" grumbled Clem as she struggled to move the handle one more time.

"I don't know," answered Sarah between breaths. "Stop for a second and I'll check." Clem hastily let go of the jack and rubbed her hands while Sarah moved to examine the tire.

"Well?" asked Clem.

"Check it out." Clementine leaned in close and noticed there was a very tiny gap between the bottom of the tire and the pavement.

"We're doing it, we're gonna be able to change the tire," realized Clem, feeling a sudden swell of optimism rush over her.

"The manual says to crack the lug nuts before you lift it up all the way," said Sarah as she collected the tire iron.

"Crack?" asked Clem.

"You know, when you need to unscrew something and it takes a lot of effort to get it started." Sarah stuck the tire iron on the nearest lug nut. "That first big turn is sorta like a crack… I guess." Sarah pushed down on one of the tire iron's arms, but it didn't budge. "Come on." Sarah grabbed the tire iron with both hands and bared down on it with all her weight.

"It's stuck on there good," said Sarah as she wiped the sweat from her brow. "I'll just come back to this one." Sarah moved the tire iron to the next nearest lug nut. Clem felt a bit of that optimism slip away as she watched the older girl grunt and groan trying to loosen the lug nut.

"Let me help you," insisted Clem as she rushed over to the tire iron.

"Grab the other handle and pull." Clem gripped the handle across from Sarah as tightly as she could. "Okay, on three, pull as hard as you can." Clem tugged a little on the tire iron, readying her arms' muscles. "One, two, three!" Clementine pulled as hard as she possibly could, and then just kept pulling long after that. Her arms hurt, her knuckles ached, and even her teeth felt like they were ready to crack from straining so hard. Finally her legs gave out and Clem collapsed onto her knees, gasping for breath.

"Clem… are… are you okay?" asked Sarah between deep breaths.

"Just…" Clem gasped for air. "Just… give me… a minute." Clem wiped the sweat off her face and looked at the tire iron. "Did… did we… move it… at all?

"I don't think so," reported a disappointed Sarah.

"Are you sure… you're turning it… the right way?"

"Leftie loosey," Sarah mumbled to herself as she examined the wheel. "Maybe it's different for a tire?" Sarah moved to the other handle and started pushing down on it. She tried to throw her weight against it next, but only managed to dislodge the tire iron and crumple onto the ground.

"Ow!"

"Are you okay?" asked Clem.

"Yeah, I just hate this stupid tire," mumbled Sarah as she sat up. "Maybe…" Sarah placed the tire iron back on the lug nut, then sat down in front of the tire. She braced her feet against the tire itself than grabbed the tire iron. Clementine watched as the older girl pushed with her feet while pulling with her arms, but the tire iron wouldn't move.

"Clem, come over here," said Sarah as she let go.

"Do you want me to push on the other end?"

"No, sit down in front of me."

"Okay." Clem sat down and scooched closer to Sarah until she felt the older girl's body behind her. "Grab the tire iron." Clem saw Sarah's hands on the tire iron and realized what she wanted to try. Clem gripped the tool and braced her feet against the tire. "On three. One, two, three!" Both girls pulled until they were nearly blue in the faces but nothing happened until Clem's sweaty hands slipped off the tool. She fell backwards and into Sarah, knocking the older girl into the ground.

"Sarah?" asked Clem as she sat up. "Are you okay?

"We're never getting these stupid things off," mumbled a defeated Sarah.

"We can't give up." Clem sat up and headed for one of the compartments on the Brave.

"What are you doing?"

"Not giving up." Clem removed a hammer from the Brave and moved back to the tire. She sat down and swung the hammer at the tire iron, making a loud clang sound that shook the tire iron, but didn't move it. Clem arched the hammer back even further and swung as hard as she could. The resulting blow dislodged the tire iron and bounced it onto the pavement.

"Clem, this isn't going to work."

"Hold it."

"Huh?"

"Hold it in place," clarified Clem. "Then I'll use the hammer." Sarah sighed as she collected the tire iron. She stuck it back in place, then sat down and tried to grip the tire iron in a way that kept her arms and hands away from where Clem was swinging.

"Just be careful," spoke a worried Sarah.

"I will." Clem lined up her hammer and banged on the tire iron with a shorter more precise blow. It produced another lovely clanging sound, but did little else. Clem hit it again and again until her arms started to hurt. But the tire iron would not budge; it was resolute and unyielding like a mighty oak, and Clem's hammer might as well been made of foam for all the good it was doing.

"Clem…" Looking at the older girl, Clem could see Sarah was worried. "It's not working." Clem groaned and dropped the hammer. "We'll…"

"Hold it," instructed Clem as she stood up.

"Why?"

"Just do it. This will only take a second." Sarah maintained her grip as Clem stared down at the tire iron, scowling at that insidious metal handle now covered in small dents. She wanted nothing more than to snap it like a twig, but she'd settle for the next best thing. Clementine hopped into the air and landed on the tire iron's handle. The tool felt like it bounced from under Clem's feet and the girl fell face first onto the pavement.

"Clementine!"

"Ow! Oww!" Clementine covered her mouth as she moaned in pain. Her jaw was throbbing and she could taste blood.

"Let me see," said Sarah as she tried to pull Clem's hands away from her mouth. "Oh no, I think you knocked out a tooth."

"I did?" asked a pained Clem, wincing as she talked.

"I'm not sure, there's a lot of blood around it." Sarah helped Clem off the ground. "Come inside, I'll clean you up."

The girls hurried back into the Brave. Sarah led Clem to the bathroom and hastily dug through the cabinet under the sink while Clem took a seat on the toilet, cursing herself for getting hurt by being careless again.

"Just hold still, I'll take care of you." Sarah pulled a cotton ball out of a bag. "Okay, open your mouth." Clem did as instructed and Sarah starting dabbing Clem's gums, causing her to flinch. Sarah touched one of her teeth and sudden ache struck it.

"Ow!" Clem closed her mouth and rubbed her cheek. "How… how bad is it?" she asked, not sure if she wanted to know.

"I think the tooth is still in there, but…" assured Sarah.

"But?"

"It's kind of half in there half out of there." Clem groaned. "So…"

Clementine sat up and moved to the mirror. She opened her mouth and saw the offending tooth, sitting to the left of her lower front teeth and sticking out at a crooked angle. "I think this one was already a little loose."

"So it's just a baby tooth?" realized Sarah.

"I think."

"That's good," said Sarah as she breathed a sign of relief. "We should get it out though."

"How?"

"What do you mean? Just wiggle it until it gets really loose and yank it out." Clementine grimaced at Sarah. "You never do that?"

Clem shook her head. "You did?"

"Yeah, I used to do that for my baby teeth. Anytime I'd get a loose one I'd keep wiggling it and wiggling it until I could finally pull it out with my fingers."

"I usually just left my alone until they were ready to come out," said Clem. "What you did sounds like it would hurt."

"It did a little, once I pulled it out."

"Then why'd you do it?" asked Clem.

"I wanted the money I'd get from the tooth fairy," said Sarah.

"Oh." Clem rubbed her cheek. The immediate pain had faded but it was still sore.

"I could probably get your tooth out." Clem just looked at Sarah, unsure how to answer her. "I mean, it's probably not a good idea to leave it in there when it's already kind of half out anyway. It'd probably be hard to eat with your tooth like that."

Clementine sighed and sat down. "Let's just get this over with."

"Okay, let me wash my hands first." Clem sat patiently, grimly awaiting what came next. "All right, open wide." Clem closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She felt Sarah's fingers touching her loose tooth and let out a small whimper. "I'll… I'll try to be quick. Okay?" Clem nodded slightly, eager for this to end.

A sudden swell of soreness gripped her gums as Sarah's fingers moved the tooth forward and back in place. The girl kept whimpering, doing her best to keep her mouth open as she felt the loose tooth rocking in her gums. Suddenly there was a crack and Clem felt a sharp sting.

"Oww!" Clem snapped her mouth shut and started rubbing her cheek.

"I… I got it." Clem opened her eyes and saw a bloody tooth in Sarah's hand. "Here, put this on your gum to stop the bleeding." Sarah placed the tooth on the sink and handed Clem a cotton ball. "I didn't see any other teeth messed up, and the only blood was around that one, and there wasn't much left," explained Sarah as Clem placed the cotton ball on her tender gum, trying to ignore the foul taste of blood in her mouth. "I think you just almost knocked that one loose tooth out. You should be okay. You were lucky it wasn't a permanent tooth."

"Lucky…" mumbled Clementine to herself.

"I'm sorry." Clem looked up and saw the horrible guilt hanging on Sarah's face. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be sorry Sarah," spoke a penitent Clem. "You're just fixing what I messed up."

"I just hate to see you hurt," said Sarah.

"I hate to see you sad," said Clem. "So don't be sad, you always make me feel better."

"Always?" quipped a sarcastic Sarah. "Even when I was arguing with you early?" Clementine answered Sarah by standing up and wrapping her arms around the older girl.

"Close enough to always for me." Clem rested her head on the older girl's shoulder as she felt the warm comfort of Sarah's arms closing in around her. "Just tell me one thing."

"What?"

"Did it work?"

"Did what work?"

"Jumping on it. Did it move the tire iron?"

"I'm… I'm sorry Clem."

Clem took a deep breath. "What are we going to do?"

"I don't know," confessed Sarah.

"Does the manual say anything else about changing tires?"

"Just that we should have professionals do it."

Clem sighed. "We can get gas out of a gas station, and kill walkers, and raise a baby, but we can't change a tire?" realized a despondent Clementine.

"I… I guess so." From the bedroom, Clem could hear Omid crying all of a sudden, prompting another long exhausted sigh from the weary young girl. "I'll go take care of him, you just rest."

Clem watched as Sarah left the bathroom, then the younger girl wandered over to the sink. She rinsed the bit of blood off her lips and then wiped her face on a rag, leaving a trace of red on it. Looking up, Clem spotted her reflection and grimaced. Her cheek looked puffy from the cotton ball and sweat was beading down her very tired looking face and pooling onto her soaked shirt.

Putting the rag up, Clem spotted the scar on her left forearm, and couldn't help thinking just how pathetic an injury this was compared to the ones she suffered before. Looking at the tiny bloody tooth sitting on the sink, Clem found it strange that such a small thing could make her feel so defeated.

Leaving the bathroom, Clem spotted Sarah cradling a crying Omid in the bedroom, desperately trying to soothe him. Seeing the two of them, Clem felt a sudden swell of guilt. They were everything to her, and yet she felt so powerless to help them. Clementine had told Sarah they would find somewhere better, or find somewhere they could stay together like before, and now both those things felt like they were further away than ever before.

Feeling too ashamed to even be around Sarah and Omid right now, Clementine quietly slunk back outside, her head hanging low as she moved back to the flat tire. Compelled by guilt, Clem placed the tire iron back on the lug nut one last time and pulled. She strained against the unmovable object for a few seconds before simply letting it slip from her grip and fall back to the ground.

Still not wanting to face Sarah after such an embarrassing failure, Clementine climbed up the Brave's ladder. Reaching the top, she simply stood there for a second, a slight wind giving her a chill as it blew past the sweat on her shirt. The sun was setting now, bathing everything in a soft orange glow.

With nowhere to go, Clementine strolled over to the edge of the Brave and sat down. From there she stared out at the water, electing to let its tranquil beauty distract her racing mind, but it didn't work. The day before yesterday she had boasted to Sarah about how great a Thanksgiving they were going to have, and now they had even less than before.

Taking a deep breath, Clem figured it was time to go back in. She didn't know what to say to Sarah, but they had to figure something out. Standing up, she took one last look out at the water, and then she noticed something moving across it. Clementine tried to focus on the object, but it was too far away, appearing as nothing but a black dot riding along on top of the water.

Turning around, Clem grabbed the telescope and spun it towards the river. She looked through the eyepiece but saw only water everywhere she searched. Looking up, Clem spotted the distant dot still traveling south and placed her hands on the telescope. She pivoted it slightly as she followed the object with her eyes then moved it ahead a little.

Clem looked back through the eyepiece. All she saw was more water as she slowly inched the telescope to the left, but then suddenly it passed over something. Clem hurriedly moved the telescope back the other way and saw what she was looking for; it was a boat.