Clarke decided to go to the hospital first. Nyko would know where she could get what she needed. She turned to her guards and asked them to take her there. The walk was longer than Clarke thought it would be, through a part of Polis she hadn't seen.

When they reached the hospital, she asked them to wait outside. Inside, she was suddenly uncertain, despite the message that Nyko wanted to see her. Clarke tamped down her anxiety and asked the first person she saw where she could find Nyko.

She didn't get a verbal answer, but a gesture to follow. Clarke carefully noted the turns and thanked her guide. She knocked on the door and waited for it to open.

"Klark, I thought you forgot," he said, smiling.

Clarke didn't hide her relief. "Sorry, Nyko, Heda has been keeping me busy."

He stepped back and closed the door when she entered. He pointed at a chair and he pulled his near it. "How are you?"

"As well as can be expected."

"I know Titus lies about Heda's death."

"Sha."

"You know what happened."

Clarke swallowed and nodded.

"You would not hurt her."

"No."

"You will speak of it when you are ready."

"I don't think I'll ever be ready," Clarke answered with a wan smile.

"Time is a great healer. You are strong, Klark, or you would have slipped away again as you did after taking the Mountain."

"I seem to leave dead people behind me wherever I go."

"Only when it is necessary."

Clarke scoffed and changed the subject. "How are you?"

"I am well. I decided to stay in Polis for a while."

"I'm glad you did. I know my mom was glad to see you."

"I was glad to see her, too. Did she send you for more equipment?"

"Yes, but you aren't supposed to know about that."

"I don't know why she needs it, just that she does. What this time?"

"A couple cots and a bright light. Oh, and some alcohol."

"Come back in an hour and I will have everything you need ready."

"Mochof, Nyko."

"You have many friends, Klark. We are happy to help."

She nodded. "I'll be back soon," she told him, and left.

Clarke was glad to be back outside. Nyko reminded her of many things Clarke didn't have time to think about, and the open sky helped push them aside.

An hour wasn't really long enough to do anything, so Clarke walked through this part of the city. There were some businesses, mostly having to do with the hospital, but it was overall a residential area. The homes were neat with small green patches of vegetables and herbs. It was quiet, a nice change from the market and the tower.

When she thought enough time passed, she returned to the hospital. This time, her guards came with her to help carrying the items she needed. Nyko was waiting at the entrance and pointed at the pile of goods. He handed Clarke a small pack and a lantern with a focusing lens.

"Perfect," she said, and thanked Nyko again.

When Clarke got back to the impromptu surgery, Sora was sitting up and talking with Abby. They both looked up when the door opened. Clarke pointed where the cots needed to be put up and put the lantern and the small pack on the table. She joined her mother and Sora.

"Hey, Sora."

"Hi, Clarke."

"How do you feel?"

"My neck hurts but OK other than that."

"I removed the chip."

"I know. I thought it would be good, and it was at first, and then I couldn't remember things. I could only do what Allie said to do."

"Did you see her while you were here?"

"No, just heard her. Raven sees her, though."

"Are you hungry?"

"Yeah."

"Tell you what, it's time for lunch, so you and Mom can come with me to eat and after that, I'll get you a room."

"Everyone's still here?"

"Everyone's still here," Clarke confirmed.

"Great."

"Ready to go, Mom?"

"I'm ready, Clarke."

Clarke looked at her guards, who were struggling with the cots. "We're going to my rooms."

One of them immediately stood up to accompany them. Clarke wondered whether they figured out in advance who would stay with her if they had to separate.

They climbed two flights of stairs to Clarke's suite. Before they went in, she asked one of the guards on the door to get lunch for the three of them.

Clarke grabbed the dispatches from the table and put them in her satchel, which was hanging on a chair. "Want a tour?" she asked.

"That would be nice," Abby said.

"Common area slash meeting room," Clarke said and waved for them to follow. She showed them her room and the bathroom, and pointed at the doors to Roan's room and the guest room that Murphy had occupied.

"That's it," she said cheerfully and led them back to the main room.

"What are all those trunks in your room?" Abby asked.

"It's just," Clarke paused, swallowed, and lamely finished, "stuff."

"You didn't have that much before."

"Mom, I really don't want to talk about it. The stuff in them is only important to me."

Abby looked at Clarke and tried to decipher what Clarke wasn't telling her. Clarke was glad to be spared by the arrival of their meal.

They talked a little about Polis, and when they finished, Clarke asked Sora to wait in the hall for a moment while she talked to her mother.

"Have the guards bring Raven up," she said. "We really need to have her back."

"Clarke, what's in the trunks?"

"Lexa's things."

"Why do you have them?"

Clarke took a deep breath to calm herself. "I'll explain while we're waiting for Raven to wake up."

"I feel like there's so much you aren't telling me."

"Only little things, other than this."

Abby nodded. "We'll be waiting for you."

"I'll be there soon."

Abby left first, but stopped in the hall to repeat the instructions about caring for the incision to Sora. Clarke took that time to calm herself. She was glad Lexa was quiet and hoped it was because she and Ontari were happy spending time with the Natblida.

Clarke left her quarters and waited with Sora for Abby to finish talking. She nodded to her mother and followed her to the stairs, Sora in tow. Abby went down, and Clarke and Sora went up.

When they reached the hall, Harper and Monroe were standing in the doorway to Nathan and Bryan's room. They looked to surprised to see Sora.

Clarke smiled at them. "Hey."

"Miller's in there."

"Can we all go in for a few minutes?"

"Sure."

Miller was waiting. "Hi, Clarke."

"Hey," she said. "Sora is back to normal. We got his chip out, so he needs a room. He'll need to see a healer if he has any problem with his neck."

"What kind of problem?"

"There are stitches, so blood is bad. Pain is bad."

"Got it," Miller said and looked past Clarke. "Sora, it's good to see you again."

"You, too, Miller."

"I'm sure Clarke has to get back to work, so we'll find you a room and get you settled in again."

"Thanks, guys. I'll see you later."

As she walked down the hall, she heard Miller begin to explain things. His voice was lost in the opening of the fire door, and Clarke hurried down the stairs. The sooner Raven's chip was removed, the better for everyone.

Raven was already out when Clarke arrived. She, like Sora, was tied to the chair, which had been moved to take advantage of the light Nyko sent. It was on the long table. Clarke saw other things spread out, bandages and some containers of salve, and several bottles of alcohol. The jars she asked for were there, too.

Clarke put some alcohol from the open bottle in her hands and rubbed it all over them. "Ready?" she asked Abby.

"I'll make the incision and close it, but you'll have to do the rest."

"Whenever you're ready."

Abby had prepared Raven so all she had to do was make the incision with the scalpel. She took a few moments to do it, making it longer than the one Clarke made on Sora's neck. The extra length allowed her to hold the sides clear when Clarke zapped the chip. She hurried to remove it.

There were far more filaments than had been on Sora's chip, and Clarke wondered whether it was because Raven was more intelligent or because she had her chip longer or some combination of the two. She quickly rinsed it with alcohol and dropped it into a jar. She capped the jar and wiped her fingers, then watched while Abby quickly sutured Raven's neck.

Again, Clarke had a guard move Raven to a cot. She and Abby took chairs over so they could keep an eye on Raven until she came around.