Back in the boxcar, Sarah was laying on her dad's chest, attempting to sleep like everyone else. But there was something on her mind that was bothering her in particular, and she wanted to ask her dad about it, but she was also afraid she would get in trouble. "Daddy?" she whispered, as she moved to look up at him.
"Something wrong?" Carlos asked her, always concerned for his daughter.
"Lee has killed someone before, right?" she asked, curiously.
"How did you hear that?" Carlos asked confused.
"When he was cutting Clementine's hair...they were talking about it." She explained. "I wasn't trying to be nosy...but I was really curious." She said it like she had been caught doing something bad.
Carlos sighed, "Yes, Lee has killed someone before." He didn't like lying to his daughter, and he knew that she knew the truth now, so lying would get him nowhere.
"I don't get it," she said simply.
"Don't get what?" Carlos asked.
"Lee is a good guy. How did he kill someone?" the teen girl's eyebrows were knitted together in confusion.
This was something Carlos had to think about for just a moment. It wasn't an easy thing to clarify, but his daughter deserved to have as many of her questions answered as possible. That wasn't always the case, but this time, it could be answered.
"Sometimes good people get caught up with bad things, honey," Carlos eventually told her. "It's a little hard to explain. Lee got caught up in a situation that led him to do what he did. He says he regrets it." He didn't want to give Sarah the gory details that had been told to him.
"Oh," Sarah replied, looking at the ground. "That's really sad."
"It is. But Lee is nobody to be afraid of, okay?" Carlos asked. He kissed the top of her head. "Why don't you try and go to sleep? We've still got a little bit to go before we reach Savannah."
"Okay," Sarah yawned. She placed her head on her father's chest. "Goodnight, Daddy."
Within a few seconds, her soft breathing could be heard, now that her questions were answered. Carlos made a mental note to talk to Lee and patch things up whenever he was available.
Meanwhile, Lilly was talking to Carley about the things that happened in the RV. "Look," Lilly began. "I don't expect you to forgive me or whatever for what I did, but I just want you to know that I'm sorry." Carley stared at her with wide eyes.
"Holy shit, you're apologizing?" Carley asked.
Lilly shook her head. "I apologized to Carlos, so I feel like I should do the same to you. Plus, I still have a really bad feeling about Ben," she brought up.
Carley sighed. "Even if it was him, take it easy, okay? He's just a kid."
"I know," Lilly replied. "It's just so fucked up."
"Yeah," Carley agreed.
"I still can't fucking believe this," Lilly grumbled. "Whoever it was, they nearly cost my dad his life. He needed those pills. Him, and Clementine, and Sarah; more so than any of us." It was obvious how much she worried for Larry, especially now when there was hardly any supplies to begin with.
"I know, Lilly," Carley told her. "But, hey, maybe we'll find something once we're in Savannah. It won't hurt to look around, will it?"
Lilly sighed. "I suppose not." But the look on her face was still an apprehensive one; if there was nothing left in Savannah, then what? She knew she would have to keep Larry as relaxed as possible either way. "I'm...going to sleep. Uh, goodnight."
"'Night, Lilly," Carley replied with a curt nod. She was still a bit surprised that Lilly had even apologized, but deep down, she was glad.
Up in the front cab, Lee couldn't sleep. Neither could Kenny, and for different and obvious reasons. Lee was more than determined to find out whoever was on the other side of that radio, and soon.
In his mind, he was thinking the worst. It could be some pervert or something, wanting to take advantage of a little girl. That thought sickened him the most. And just how much had Clementine told the stranger? Did he know of how many people were in their group, or where they were headed? It worried Lee to death, and he just wanted Clementine to be safe.
Suddenly, Carlos approached him in the cab of the train. "Lee?" Carlos asked. "Do you have a minute?"
Lee nodded, "Yeah, let's step outside so we don't wake up Clem," he suggested, and the two men headed out to the front of the train, where Chuck was still there, gazing out to the city. "What's up?" Lee asked, looking at the Hispanic man.
"Sarah asked about you," Carlos started.
At that, Lee raised his eyebrows a little curiously, but not in a suspicious way. "Uh, what did she say?"
"We both heard your conversation with Clementine earlier, when you were cutting her hair," Carlos explained. "She asked me about it, and was confused because she knows you're a good man." He paused. "I told her that there are times when good people get caught up in...certain situations, which is why you did what you did."
Lee shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah...that's exactly why," he agreed. "Like I said at the motor inn, it was a mistake. My wife cheated on me, and I killed her lover. Obviously, it landed me in deep shit."
"I'm sorry to hear that, Lee," Carlos gave his condolences. He couldn't imagine what it was like to be cheated on, since his wife had been dead for as long as his daughter had been alive.
"Thanks."
"That conversation you had with Clem," Carlos continued, "what you were telling her, it made me realize that you're not so bad after all. You have regained my trust, and I don't mind if you talk to Sarah."
Lee nodded. "Thank you, Carlos. That really means a lot."
Meanwhile, while Carlos and Lee were conversing, Sarah had woken up. She sat up and looked around for her father, who was nowhere to be seen. Figuring he'd be back soon, she decided to talk to someone until he got back. The person closest to her was Omid, so she decided to talk to him.
Poking him in the side, she whispered, "Hey, are you awake?"
Omid looked over at her. "Yeah. You ever try sleeping with a fucked-up leg?"
Sarah shook her head. "Uh-uh."
"You said your name was Sarah, right?" Omid inquired, sitting up very slowly.
The girl nodded. "Yup!" she said quietly. "I've never heard a name like Omid before, but it's a really cool name!"
Omid chuckled. "Yeah, Persian names aren't that common around here."
Sarah smiled at him, now sitting Indian-style beside him against the wall. "Where are you and Christa from? Me and my dad came here all the way from North Carolina!"
"North Carolina, huh?" Omid cocked an eyebrow. "Pfft, that's nothing! Christa and I lived in good old San Francisco with our cat, Whiskers. If we ever get back home, I wonder what he'll think when little Omid arrives."
"Wow, you guys live really far away!" Sarah exclaimed, but remembered to keep her voice down. "And you have a cat, too? I love kitties!"
"You ever had a cat before?" Omid asked.
Sarah nodded, "Yeah! I had a cat named Pepper!"
"That's really cool," Omid smiled at her.
"Are you excited for the baby to come?" Sarah asked, glancing over at Christa, who was fast asleep. "I love babies, they're so cute, but not cuter than kitties," she added, causing Omid to laugh.
"I'm actually a little scared for when the baby comes," Omid admitted to the little girl honestly.
"Scared?" Sarah questioned. "Why?"
"Taking care of a baby is hard," Omid said.
"I know," Sarah replied.
Omid shrugged, "I'm just afraid I'll mess up, you know? I don't want my kid to be a weirdo."
"Oh, the baby won't be a weirdo!" Sarah assured him, grinning. "I bet you'll be a really good dad. I think Christa and the baby are both super lucky."
"You think?" Omid asked, his lips forming into a smile of his own. "Heh, thanks. I...I kind of needed that, honestly." He then grunted in pain, most likely coming from his injured leg. "Shit."
"Are you okay?" Sarah inquired. "Do you want me to get my dad?"
"Nah, I'll live," Omid shrugged it off. "Hey, listen, I think I better get to sleep before Christa here wakes up and gets a gray hair seeing that I'm awake. But, it was nice to talk to you, kid. Maybe we can chat again sometime?"
Sarah smiled. "I'd like that," she whispered. "Goodnight, Omid."
Two chapters in one day. You're welcome. ;)