"Hey, Carley, I'm.. I'm sorry. I'm just under a lot of stress and this goddamn plan of mine didn't help." Lee said, looking at her from his peripheral vision.

"Don't worry, Lee. I get it. I've just never seen you lose your shit like that, not since.." Carley's words lingered. Lee closed his eyes and sighed. "I forgive you, babe."

"Thanks, it means a lot." The two joined the rest of the group on the couch. Luckily there were two, with Christa, Molly and Omid on one and Lee & Carley on another. As they sat down, Lee could feel his back pocket was lighter. He went in to reach for his gun and found it gone. "Ah, shit."

"Hey, you okay, man?" Omid asked, concern in his eyes.

"What do you mean? Health wise or mentally?" Lee questioned.

"Well, both. But, health wise first. You were sweating quite a lot." Omid answered.

"It's just the attic. Or uh.. Maybe.." Lee paused, looking back down at where he was bitten. He missed lefty. Everyone stared at each other with worry.

"Stop. We cut it off, it should work." Carley stated.

"What if it doesn't? What if those invalid assholes were lying about Mark? None of them were missing a limb, mind you." Molly pointed out.

"Well, maybe. But we can't just give up hope." Christa replied.

"How about mentally?" Omid asked.

"Just.. I'm angry." Lee shrugged, staring at the walkie talkie in his pocket.

"Clearly." Molly teased, getting no joking response back.

"It's this thing with Clem. It's boiled up an anger inside me like I can't describe. I just-" Lee was cut off by the sound of static he instantly recognized as Clem's talkie. Everyone stared down at his pocket with wide eyes.

"Lee? Lee? Lee?! I'm here, I'm where my parents- oh no.." She was cut off, the talkie died.

"What did that mean?" Christa asked.

"She's at the Marsh House. She's still at the Marsh house.. He hasn't moved her." Lee speculated, hope coming back to his brain.

"Yet." Molly stated.

"Yeah, yet." Christa added.

"Let's try not to worry for now. We need to relax." Carley insisted. Omid nodded in agreement.

"Agreed." Lee sighed, catching Christa staring at his nub.

"Sorry, it's just odd. I keep doing double takes whenever I look at it expecting it to be there."

"I'm not used to it either." Lee responded to the dark skinned woman.

"If I were you, I'd be scared shitless." Omid stated truthfully.

"If you were me, you'd be a foot taller." Lee joked.

"Hey, not cool!" Omid said, letting out a chuckle. Molly and Carley joined him. Christa just playfully rolled her eyes.

"And you'd weigh about twenty pounds lighter." Lee added, causing himself to smirk.

"Hey, with my leg and your arm, I'll cripple fight you right now." Omid challenged teasingly.

"Sounds good, I can just shove my palm in your face and let you swing away." Lee countered, causing Christa to let out a small chuckle. Omid smiled, rolling his eyes.

"Fine, you win, jerk." The group remained silent as they composed themselves, Chuck still beating the wall for freedom in the background.

"So.. Lee, got any interesting stories to tell?" Molly asked, throwing one leg over the other. Lee scavenged his brain for a story

Choices:

A: The story of the St. Johns.

B: The story of Clementine.

C: The story of Lee's past.

D: The story of Kenny.

Relationships:

Clementine needs you to save her. Who knows how much time is left for her? 9/10

Carley forgives you. 10/10

Christa is happy to hear you're sorry. 10/10

Omid is happy to know you're okay, and not actually pissed at them. 10/10

Molly knows you're not a total ass already. 9/10

Chuck is glad to know you apologized. 10/10

The stranger is still out there, what is he doing to Clementine? What does he want? 3/10

((Question of the chapter: Any ideas for Kenny's special episode? I have a few ideas, but I'd like to hear what y'all got.))