Lee pushed the door open to see Lilly sitting on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands. When she realized Lee was in the room, she looked up. "I'm sorry," she managed to get out while Lee sat down in a chair across from her.

"You don't have to apologize," he replied simply.

"Did you come in here to give me hell, or to coddle me?" she asked.

"You said something about stolen supplies?" Lee reminded her. "I think I should know what's going on."

"Things are missing, and I could use your help," Lilly spoke. "There's a traitor, one of us, somebody out there. He or she or they have been taking things," she explained.

"For real? Who? What do you have to go on?" Lee asked, looking up at the other woman.

"Yes, for real," Lilly confirmed. "And I don't have shit. I just know."

"Lilly..."

"The count's off and it's the good stuff. Antibiotics, oxy, fuck, anything with opium in it."

"I see the count, and it's fine!" Lee disagreed.

"I keep my own," Lilly pointed out. "That one's getting messed with. I'm not stupid; I know what happens when I start a witch hunt."

"So you want me to start one," Lee concluded, frowning.

"I want you to poke around."

Lee shook his head, momentarily closing his eyes. He opened them and asked, "What's there to go on?"

Lilly reached underneath her bed and pulled out a broken yellow flashlight, handing it over to Lee. "I found this tossed into the garbage," she said. "We don't toss out equipment. We fix it. You'd only try to get rid of a flashlight if you were using it when you shouldn't."

"Okay, I'll poke around a little bit," Lee answered. If there was a broken flashlight, what else could there be that was tainted with?

Lee stood up and exited the room, closing the door behind him when he heard a new voice. "A mystery!"

He turned to see Duck standing up, looking a bit excited. He crossed his arms and frowned at the little boy. "Jesus, Duck."

"I'm sorry, I heard you guys talking," Duck replied.

"You need to un-hear all of that," Lee said, turning to walk away.

"Can I help?" Duck inquired, running to catch up with the older man.

Lee turned around, "What did I just say?"

"You're the greatest detective, and I can be Dick Grayson, your ward!" he exclaimed, excitedly. Lee just stared at the little boy in annoyance. "That's Robin..." Duck smiled.

"I know who it is," Lee replied. "But you can help, so don't tell anyone," he warned.

"Secrecy!" Duck said excitedly. "What do I do?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Lee shrugged. "I don't know, go look around! Let me know if you find anything weird."

"I'm on the case," he said before running off.

Lee watched him run off, and put off talking to Carley for another few minutes. For now, he decided to ask around about the broken flashlight. He noticed Travis sitting near the stairs, keeping watch over Clementine and Sarah, who were coloring nearby, and decided to approach him.

"Hey, Travis," Lee greeted the raven-haired teenager.

Travis looked up. "Oh, hey Lee."

"Do you know anything about this?" Lee asked, holding out the flashlight for the boy to see.

"...It's a flashlight," Travis pointed out the obvious.

"Yeah, and it wasn't broken before. Was it you?"

"No. No!" Travis cried defensively. "I didn't know we had anymore flashlights. Honest. I think Lilly keeps the supplies."

"Okay, I believe you," Lee nodded. He placed the flashlight into his back pocket and continued on, next deciding to talk to Clem and Sarah since they were the nearest to him. He walked over and knelt by their little table. "Hey, girls."

"Hey, Lee," Clem returned the greeted, while Sarah merely looked at him and smiled. She thought that Lee was another one of the nicest people here, albeit they didn't talk much.

"You didn't accidentally break a flashlight, did you, Clem?" Lee wanted to know.

"No...did Duck say I did?" Clementine answered.

"No. Did, uh, Duck break the flashlight?"

"No...he's just always blaming me for stuff."

"Like what?"

"Putting a bug under his pillow," Clementine responded, almost in disbelief.

"Did you do it?"

There was a pause, and then Clementine smiled. "Yes."

"And I helped! Well...kind of," Sarah added. She looked around for a moment, then turned back to Lee. "Don't tell my dad, though."

Lee smiled. "I won't tell."

"Okay," Sarah grinned in return.

"I've gotta go talk to everybody else, I'll see you girls later," he said, and stood up.

"Bye Lee," Clem said.

Next, Lee decided that he should go talk to Kenny and Katjaa to see if they knew anything about the broken flashlight, or supplies. He walked over to where they were sitting. "Hey, how are you two doing?" he asked, looking down on them from where they sat.

"Just having a little spat," Kenny answered.

"About what?" Lee asked.

Katjaa sighed. "Well, we all carry guns now and I don't like it."

"It's the way it's gotta be," Kenny answered.

"I'm not gonna get used to it," Katjaa retorted. "I'm sorry, how are you Lee?" she asked, turning to the man.

"Do you guys know anything about this broken flashlight?" Lee inquired, holding it out for the couple to see.

"I saw some broken glass over by the ice machine," Katjaa pointed out. "I meant to clean it up before the kids hurt themselves on it. I forgot, though."

Lee decided to change the subject. "About the guns..."

"Don't you start," Kenny nearly scolded.

"I just have to say, Kat, that it's good that they make you uncomfortable," Lee turned to the blonde woman, folding his arms.

"Thank you, Lee," Katjaa told him, and Kenny sighed.

"But we need them," Lee continued, "there's no doubt about that." He paused. "I'll talk to you guys later." He walked off then, deciding to leave the two of them alone for the time being.

He decided to follow up on the broken glass that Katjaa was talking about, and headed over to the ice machine, however, before he could get there, Carlos stopped him. "Everything okay, Lee?" he asked. "You look pretty worked up about something," Carlos pointed out, looking a little concerned.

"I'm just checking on a few things for Lilly," Lee answered.

"Is she okay?" Carlos asked. "She seemed pretty angry earlier."

"You should go talk to her," Lee replied. "She thinks of you as a friend."

"Okay," Carlos nodded. He then walked away, and Lee proceeded to go to the ice machine. When he got there, he found that Katjaa was right, and there was broken glass laying on the ground. He picked up a small piece and placed it into the flashlight. It was a perfect fit. He followed the trail of glass, which lead him to an x drawn on the wall.

Lee frowned and ran his fingers onto the wall, some of the pink chalk scraping off. "Chalk..."

Duck suddenly appeared out of nowhere, frowning at the x himself. "Pink...hmm..."

"Duck..." Lee trailed off firmly, crossing his arms.

"A clue!" Duck exclaimed.

"Maybe..."

"What do you think it is?" Duck asked, a happy expression on his face.

"I don't think it's anything," Lee replied.

"Maybe it's a sign!" Duck guessed, still into his little game.

"It could be. It's pink chalk, which is...weird."

"Okay, back to investigating!" Duck cried, running away again.

Lee shook his head and decided that now might be a good time to see what Carley wanted. Since Carlos and Lilly were talking (and God only knew what about), he decided that he would let Lilly know of his discoveries in a little while.

He walked up the stairs to where she was standing on one of the balconies. "You wanted to talk?" Lee asked, looking over at the woman.

"What I wanted to say was, that I've been thinking about you, a lot," Carley replied.

"I think about you too," he smiled. He was sure that the sentence he just spoke had caught her off guard, because she didn't say anything back for a couple of seconds, but only smiled at him.

"Our group is small," she started.

"You're small," Lee replied playfully.

"You're a convicted killer." She spoke, making the tone serious now.

"Jesus, Carley!"

"And I think people should know..." she trailed off. "Not because they deserve to and not because you're a bad man. I think the opposite of those two things." There was a pause, and Lee frowned. "People need to know because we're hanging by a thread here, and I can't stand to see Lilly talk about you without thinking it's the next thing she's going to say. You don't have to tell everyone, but think about who you trust and take the opportunity while you have it."

Lee thought it over for a minute. He realized that it was important that people needed to know without someone, such as Larry, blurting it out to the wrong person. "You're probably right."

"Of course I'm probably right," Carley smiled back. "People might be pissed. And telling them might cause some trouble, but it'll be a far cry from what will happen if they don't hear it from you."

"Yeah."

"So you'll do it then?"

"...I'll let people know. You're totally right."

"Good. I think it's for the best." Carley looked at him for a moment, and much to Lee's surprise, she walked forward and kissed him on the cheek. "Don't call me small," she whispered before backing up again.

Lee smiled at her, before walking back down the stairs. He would ask her about the flashlight in a little while, but for now he needed to decide who he was going to tell as well as continue his investigation. There were some who were a bit questionable, however, such as Carlos and Katjaa.

But he knew that he should get the killer thing out of the way first, and he knew that the proper person to start with was Clementine. "Hey Clementine," Lee greeted.

"Hey Lee," she smiled in reply. Sarah was playing with Travis now, they were kicking a soccer ball back and forth, and it was good she was out of earshot. Lee figured that he shouldn't tell Sarah; he'd leave her dad to that. He was debating on even telling Travis, because he didn't know the teen very well.

"Whatcha working on?" he asked.

"It's a leaf rubbing!" She said proudly, holding up her work.

"Clem, I need to tell you something," He stated, getting straight to the point. She nodded, "The day you and I met, I was in a car accident," he started.

"Yeah, I remember!" Clem said. "Your leg was bleeding."

"The car I was in was a police car, and I was on my way to jail for committing a crime," Lee explained. "And I need to tell you now, because I don't want you to hear it any other way."

"Okay," Clementine nodded.

"Do you have anything to say?" he asked.

She shook her head, "I don't think so."

"You can, uh, go on back to your things." Lee noticed that if Clementine was surprised, she sure didn't show it. Perhaps it was because she had probably overheard Carley telling him in the drug store that she knew him, but that didn't matter right now.

Lee decided that it was probably crucial to tell the next person on his list: Kenny. He walked over to where Katjaa and Kenny were still seated on the outdoor couch, and greeted them.

"Hello, Lee," Katjaa addressed him.

Lee turned to the mustached man. "Kenny, you got a second? I need to tell you something."

"Sure, pal, what d'you got?" Kenny asked as he stood up. The two walked over to talk privately, and Lee noticed Carley watching from upstairs.

"It's serious," Lee replied, turning back to Kenny. When there was no answer, he continued. "I was...on my way to prison three months ago." There, now it was out of his chest.

Kenny's eyes widened. "No shit?"

"No shit."

Kenny paused, glancing back towards Clementine. "It wasn't for touching kids, was it?"

"Jesus, Ken!"

"What, I gotta ask!" Kenny defended himself.

"No, I killed a guy in a fight."

"Hmm...must've been a real piece of shit if you had to haul off and kill him."

"So we're straight?"

"Lee...look at what this shit has got us doin', and I'm sorry for whatever hell you may have been through," Kenny answered. "But yeah, we're 'straight.'" He then walked off to return to his wife. Lee couldn't help but feel a bit glad that it was off his chest.

He turned around and noticed Carlos leaned up against one of the poles, his arms crossed while he watched his daughter play with Travis. Lee sighed to himself, debating on whether or not to tell him; he knew how protective Carlos was of Sarah. But he had a feeling in his gut that he would regret it in the long run if he didn't tell him. The decision was finalized, so Lee began to walk over to the Hispanic man.

"Carlos, you got a minute?" Lee asked as he approached the man.

Carlos nodded, "Sure."

"Is Lilly okay?" Lee asked first, wanting to make a bit of small talk before he dove right into the conversation topic that he really needed to talk about.

"She's fine," He answered. "Just angry, but any normal person would be."

"Right," Lee agreed. "Anyway, I have to tell you something important since you're part of this group now."

"Okay," Carlos said. "What is it?"

Lee sighed, ready to get this over with. "When this all started, I was on my way to prison for murder." He said it so casually like it wasn't a big deal, but truth be told, Lee was nervous as hell because he didn't know Carlos that well in the first place. He didn't know how the man was going to react.

It was silent for a moment before Carlos spoke, "What the hell, Lee!?" he yelled, but tried to keep his voice down so that Sarah wouldn't hear them. "You're a murderer, and you've been hanging around my daughter like it's nothing!" His voice was getting a bit louder, and Lee didn't know what to say. "Why the hell didn't you tell me this when we joined the group?"

"I wasn't sure how you would react, or anyone else for that matter," Lee replied, knowing full well that Carlos would react like this. "It was an accident. The guy was sleeping with my wife, and I couldn't control my anger. I kept hitting him and didn't stop when I should have. If I could go back in time and stop myself from doing it, I would."

Lee turned around to make sure that none of the kids were in earshot, and luckily, none of them were. Carlos looked at the ground, his eyes squeezed shut. He massaged his temple.

"Look Lee, I don't think you're a bad guy... It's just, I wasn't expecting that from you," Carlos said, then chuckled. "I mean, you definitely don't look like a convicted killer," he joked.

"...Thanks, I guess?" Lee replied with a small smile.

"But still, this changes everything," Carlos added, "Don't take this personal, just stay away from Sarah until I know that I can trust you, okay?" he asked, still unsure of this. He didn't know if this was the right thing to do or not. But he wasn't going to risk things with Sarah anymore than he already was.

"I respect that," Lee said. "You're just being a good dad."

"So who knows?" Carlos asked, changing the subject.

"Everyone but Sarah, Duck, and Travis...I'm sure Kenny's told Katjaa already...And I don't know if I should tell Travis, I don't really know the kid that well," he answered Carlos honestly.

Carlos nodded. There wasn't much that he could say with telling Clementine since he had no control over that situation. "Okay. But...I am glad you told me," he said. "Please, though, hear my words."

"Don't worry, man, I will," Lee assured him. "I'll talk to you later."

"Alright."

Lee walked away, his next quest to find out more about the pink chalk. Talking to Sarah was out of the question at the moment, but maybe he could talk to Clementine about it. He glanced around, knowing there was still a lot that he had to do.

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