Clementine watched as Sarah drew her machete and pulled the door to the gift shop open. The older girl paused to rap the weapon against the door frame a few times to lure out any possible undead creeping around. After receiving no response, the pair was confident that there probably weren't any walkers shopping for NASA memorabilia and it was safe to go inside.

The gift shop was pretty much exactly what could be expected. There were racks of t-shirts, mugs, and posters all bearing NASA's insignia and various mission logos. Moving to the center of the store, the trio found themselves before a large statue seated in front of a set of stairs leading to an upper level overlooking the ground floor.

"I'll go check to make sure there's nothing upstairs," said Sarah as she clutched her machete tightly.

"Be careful, you don't have your raincoat on," warned Clem.

"I will." Sarah carefully ascended the stairs while Clem examined her surroundings. The statue parked in the middle of the shop featured a woman, a man, and a small child all wearing spacesuits. The man was kneeling down with his hand on the child's shoulder while the woman looked up at something unknown. Clem was about to take a closer look when she heard Sarah yell.

"Clem!" The older girl came racing down the stairs. "You gotta see this!"

"What?" asked an anxious Clem as she reached for her gun.

"Try this." Sarah thrust a package into Clem's hands.

"Freeze-dried ice cream?" Clem read off the packing, which featured a picture of a space shuttle taking off.

"Try it." At Sarah's prompting, Clem dug her fingers into the packet and retrieved a small white fragment that looked more like a chunk of drywall than ice cream.

"Are you—"

"Trust me, just eat it."

Clem shrugged and popped the alleged piece of ice cream into her mouth. Bitting into it, Clem grimaced as her teeth crunched what felt like a chunk of styrofoam. She was tempted to spit it out, but then something happened.

"Oh my God…" As she chewed the piece, the odd texture gave way to something that felt creamy instead. "This… this is actually ice cream."

"I know!" Sarah didn't hesitate to grab a pink piece from the package as Clem savored the sweet vanilla taste that had erupted in her mouth. If it were just cold instead of room temperature, it'd be a perfect match for ice cream, but that minor caveat didn't deter Clem's enjoyment of the treat one bit.

Finishing the piece, Clem didn't hesitate to grab a chocolate piece next, and after those first couple of crunches, the girl briefly found herself in heaven. "I can't believe how good this is," raved Clem as she closed her eyes and delighted in a long forgotten flavor. "That stuff is over a year old?"

"It has to be." Sarah took the package from Clem. "On the back it says they remove all the water, that's how they freeze dry it, and that makes it last forever."

"Forever?" asked Clem.

"Or close enough," said Sarah as she popped another chunk of vanilla ice cream into her mouth. "There's a whole shelf of it up there."

"Wow. We'll have to make sure we get it all when we come back with our bags."

Sarah turned to a nearby shelf and grabbed a backpack hanging off of it. "I'm gonna get it right now," she beamed. "Here." Sarah handed the ice cream back to Clem. "Break off a tiny piece and let Omid try it. I'll be right back." Sarah hurried upstairs while Clem knelt down in front of Omid's stroller.

"You ready for something really good?"

"Ab-dah-luh," answered Omid.

"You're gonna love this. Ice cream is like one of the best things ever, even when it's freeze-dried." Clem removed a chunk of strawberry ice cream and broke off as small a piece as she could. "Open wide." Clem held the piece in front of Omid's face for a moment before he opened his mouth. "In we go."

Clem fed the small chunk to Omid, who gummed at it for a few seconds before his eyes lit up and the boy started excitedly smacking his lips.

"Good right?"

"Do-buh-ah!" exclaimed Omid as he stretched out his hands, wanting more.

Clem broke off another piece and held it out in front of the boy.

"Ice cream," said Clem. "Ice. Cream."

"Ah-bree!"

Clem was about to hand the treat over, but then she remembered something. "Oh, I shouldn't give you any more until we know you're not allergic."

"Ah-bree! Ah-bree!" chanted Omid as he desperately reached for the treat. Seeing how badly the boy yearned for what was in her hands, Clem slipped him the piece, which he immediately popped into his mouth.

"Just one more, and we won't tell Sarah," whispered Clem as she leaned in closer to Omid. "And once we know you're not allergic, we'll give you a lot more, how's that sound?"

"Ahh-bree." Omid tried reaching for the package in Clem's hands but she pulled it back.

"Maybe tomorrow, right now—" Omid grabbed the rim of Clem's hat with both hands and pulled it off her head. "Hey." Omid clutched the hat to his chest as Clem tried to grab it. "Come on," urged Clem. "That's mine."

"Mah-bah!" insisted Omid, refusing to give up Clem's hat.

"Did he like it?" Clem turned around to see Sarah coming down the stairs, a bag presumably stuffed with more ice cream slung over her shoulder.

"He liked it, but now he won't give my hat back." Clem tried tugging on it, only for Omid to tighten his grip on it.

"Mah-bah-bah!" he said as Clem let go.

"I don't want to force him to give it back, but he won't let go."

"Well, what if we give him a different hat?" Sarah set her bag down and moved to the nearest clothing rack. She scooped up a small gray hat and approached Omid.

"Hey Omid, don't you want this nice new hat instead of that ugly old one?" Sarah waved the hat in front of the boy, but no amount of prodding seemed to persuade the boy to release Clem's hat.

"Maybe my hat isn't so ugly," retorted Clem.

"Whatever it is, he really doesn't want to let go," said Sarah as she stepped back. "Why'd you give it to him in the first place?"

"I didn't, he just took it right off my head when I wouldn't give him more ice cream."

"Well, maybe we can give him more ice cream?"

"I was worried about allergies, he never ate ice cream before."

"Oh that's right," said Sarah.

"Still, I don't know how we can get him to give it up," said Clem as she reached for the bag of ice cream.

"Hang on, I got an idea." Sarah approached Clem and placed the gray baseball hat on her head.

"This is too small for me," said Clem. "And I don't want this one."

"No, but Omid might if you're wearing it."

"Oh." Realizing Sarah's plan, Clem leaned in close to Omid, and sure enough, he seemed interested in the new hat now that it was on Clem's head.

"I don't even want my old hat back," teased Clementine. "This one is way better." Clem watched with great anticipation as Omid's grip seemed to loosen on her most precious keepsake. As soon as the boy reached for the brim of the gray hat, Clem stealthily wrapped her fingers around her own cap and pulled it away as Omid pulled the new one off Clem's head.

"Mah-bah," said Omid as he clutched the gray cap to his chest.

"Yeah, that one is all yours," giggled Clem as she placed her hat back on her head. Omid looked down at the gray cap, then tried moving it on top of his own head, struggling to position it correctly.

"I'll help—"

"No, let him try first," insisted Clem as Omid kept fumbling with the small gray baseball cap. With some difficulty, Omid eventually managed to slip the hat on his head, the brim poking out to the side. "See, he did it."

"Let me just straighten it out for him." Omid grasped the hat with both hands as Sarah tried to tilt it so the front was facing forwards.

"Just leave it. He likes it like that." Looking closely, Clem noticed the words running down the left side of the cap. "Failure is not an option?" Tilting her head, she spotted a round logo to the right of the words that featured a trio of golden horses soaring from the Earth to the moon. "Apollo X, I, I, I?"

"Thirteen," informed Sarah. "That's the Roman numeral for thirteen."

"Apollo thirteen? Didn't something go wrong with that one?"

"Yeah."

"What?"

"I… don't know. I just know that one had a problem." Sarah grabbed her bag and moved deeper into the gift shop, gravitating towards a stack of books sitting nearby. Clem watched as the older girl set her bag down again and picked up a book. Cracking it open, Clem could see the book was titled 'Failure Is Not An Option'.

"Come on Sarah, we don't have time for you to read a whole book about it," prodded Clem.

"Really? Where do we need to be right now?" quipped Sarah.

"I just mean, I don't want to stand here all day while you read it."

"You should get a book then."

"What about OJ? He can't even read." Sarah set her book down and grabbed a large thin one from a stack. She placed it Omid's stroller and opened it. "The Magic School Bus Lost in the Solar System? I don't—"

"Ooooooo," said Omid as he started touching the picture of a bright yellow bus shaped like a space shuttle shooting away from Earth.

"Huh." Clem leaned down to look at the page. "Look how it is small from here," Clem read off the page. "It's beautiful."

"Boo-boo-foo," said Omid as he awed at the book. Clem turned the page and he started awing at the book all over again, much to Clem's delight.

"Wow, he really likes it," Clem said to Sarah, who didn't respond. "Sarah?"

"Hmm?" Sarah looked up from her book. "Sorry, I was reading this."

"OJ loves that book you gave him," said Clem. "But we can read back in the Brave, so why don't we just take them with us."

"Right, sorry." Sarah unzipped her backpack and tossed the book inside. "I've been spending so much time reading those medical textbooks that I forgot about reading for fun. What about you?"

"I've been spending more time practicing with those sharpening stones than reading," said Clem.

"You should pick out something new to read. They got tons of stuff."

"Yeah, they do." Clem moved away from the books and towards a shelf in the back. She grabbed a toy space shuttle and a stuffed bear in an orange space suit.

"I thought you didn't like toys that much anymore?" said Sarah.

"I do when I have someone to play with them with," reminded Clem as she moved back to Omid. "Look OJ." Clem held out the toy shuttle in front of the infant and he was immediately hypnotized by it. "It's blasting off!" Clem did her best to imitate the sound of a rocket taking off while she moved the toy through the air, causing Omid to squeal in delight as he tried to catch the wily rocket.

"It's coming in for a landing." Clem aimed the rocket right at his chest and inched it towards him until it was close enough for Omid to snatch it.

"Broo-puh-puh!" he said before laughing as he waved the toy in the air.

"And here's a friend to help you fly." Clem set the stuffed bear in the stroller next to Omid's worn stuffed elephant. Omid let go of the toy shuttle and picked up the bear instead, looking at it with what appeared to be a mild curiosity.

"Do you think he likes it?" Omid tossed the bear out of his stroller. "I guess not."

"Muh-bah-phoo." Omid collected his stuffed elephant in one hand and the toy shuttle in the other before knocking them together and giggling.

"He's like you and your hat," noted Sarah as she approached Clem.

"Or you and your jacket." Clem turned to find Sarah was actually holding a jacket in her hands that was too small for her or Clem. "What's that?"

"For Omid." Sarah held out the garment, revealing it to be a tiny, black, long-sleeved jacket with a couple of NASA patches on the chest and an American flag on one of the sleeves.

"It's too big for him," noted Clem as she examined the clothing.

"Now it's too big, but in a year or so when he outgrows all the clothes he has now it'll be perfect for him," said Sarah. "And wouldn't he look really cute in this?"

"No." Clem's answer surprised Sarah. "He'd look really cool in that, not cute."

"Yeah, I guess he would." As Sarah hung the jacket on the stroller's handlebars, Clem noticed something else.

"Are you wearing a watch?" Clem asked Sarah.

"Yeah, check it out." Sarah held out her wrist to reveal a slick watch with a black wristband. The face of the watch was a big blue disc covered with a complicated chart of what Clem thought were constellations. The ring outside the chart listed the months of the years in a big circle, while a half circle on the bottom listed numbers and letters. Also there were a couple of watch hands, presumably for telling time. "Pretty cool huh?"

"I can barely read any of this stuff," said Clem, squinting to make sense of the mess of a chart painted on such a tiny surface.

"It, like, can help you figure out what time of the year it is with just the stars."

"How?" asked Clem.

"Um…" Sarah shrugged. "I'll figure it out later. Plus, I can check what time it is now."

"Why do you need to know what time it is?" asked Clem.

"I…" Sarah was at a loss for an answer.

"How do you even know if it's telling the right time or not?"

"Well… I… tomorrow when the sun is at its highest, I'll set the watch for noon, then I'll have the right time," reasoned Sarah triumphantly.

"Great, and why do you need to know what time it is again?"

"I…" Sarah paused as she searched for an answer. "I just like it, okay?"

"Okay." Clem moved to Omid's stroller. "But I think we got enough stuff for now," said Clem as she pushed Omid towards the exit.

"Yeah, you're probably right." Sarah picked up her pack and followed Clem.

"Is the ice cream heavy?" asked Clem.

"Actually, it's super light," noted Sarah. "Even with the bag full, it doesn't weigh very much. I think the packing says that freeze-drying makes it like ninety percent lighter because they take out all the water."

"So this stuff tastes great, lasts a super long time, and it's not even heavy like canned stuff?" listed Clem. "How come everything isn't freeze-dried?"

"I don't know," said Sarah. "But it sure is awesome we found some."

"I wonder if other foods can be freeze-dried," pondered Clem. "Maybe that restaurant we passed has more freeze-dried stuff. Maybe we should…" Clem turned to see Sarah had stopped moving. "Sarah?" The older girl was just staring at something at the end of the store. "Sarah, we got enough stuff for now. Let's—" Sarah sprinted across the shop and towards a small kiosk tucked away in the corner. "Sarah, what…" As Sarah spun around, Clem saw the older girl holding it in her hands.

"A camera?"

"It's an instant camera," corrected Sarah.

"Does it work?" Sarah flipped it open and pushed a button, but nothing happen. "I guess not," said a disappointed Clementine.

"Wait." Sarah pushed a tab and opened a compartment on the bottom of the camera. "There's no film." The older girl turned to the rack of instant photo film for sale and grabbed the nearest pack. She hastily tore open the box, like a predator tearing into its prey, yanked the film cartridge out and slammed it into the camera, which then produced a whirring noise before spitting out a black piece of cardboard.

"It works?" asked a stunned Clementine.

"I think so." Sarah tossed the black cardboard aside and grabbed the camera while Clementine found herself instinctively posing. She didn't even think to do it, she just adjusted her hat and stood up straight as soon as she saw that camera pointed at her.

"Say cheese!" Clementine smiled and the flash went off. She then raced over to her friend just in time to see the camera spit out a blank photo. Sarah carefully laid out the undeveloped picture on a sales counter and the pair watched it intensely for any signs of it developing.

"How long does it normally take?" asked Clem.

"I don't know, I think it's just like a minute or something," recalled Sarah.

"Are you sure?"

"That picture I took after we met didn't take long, this one shouldn't either."

"What if—"

"Look!" Studying the film carefully, Clem could see her outline slowly come into focus, and then the corners of her great big smile became visible. "It works!"

"Let me take one of you." Sarah handed the camera to Clem and took a few steps back. She too seemed to instinctively straighten her outfit and strike a pose.

"Does my hair look okay?" asked Sarah.

"Yeah. Smile." Clementine held the camera steady and looked through the viewfinder as Sarah sported a big toothy grin. Pushing the button produced another flash and out came another photo that Clem set next to the first one.

"Let's get one of Omid now." Sarah took the camera back and hurried over to Omid's stroller. "See if you can get him to smile."

"I think I know how to do that." Clem placed her finger right under Omid's chin. "Goochie goochie goo." Clem tickled Omid and the boy laughed and fidgeted in response. Clem pulled her hand back and there was another flash followed by another photo. Laying out the latest photo, the girl's examined their newly captured memories.

"Oh man, I look so stupid," said Sarah as she examined her photo. "Look at how dumb my smile looks."

"I just wish I didn't look so short," said Clem as she examined her photo. "Since you're taller than me, the camera is looking down a little, and it makes me look tiny."

"I'm sorry."

"How bout OJ's?" Clem picked up the photo. His eyes were closed, the hat blocked their view of his face, and his head was titled to the side.

"You can't even see his smile," realized Sarah.

"It's also dark in here," added Clem. "We should go outside and take a better picture." Sarah carefully placed their photos into her bag while Clem took hold of the stroller. They moved out of the gift shop and back into the plaza.

"Where should we take the photo?" asked Clem as she strolled Omid away from the gift shop.

"Over there, by the big NASA logo." The girls hurried towards a large freestanding sign topped with a big blue globe with 'NASA' written in large red letters. "Here, you stand in front of it while holding Omid and I'll take the picture."

"But what about you? You should be in the photo too," said Clem.

"One of us has to hold the camera."

"Couldn't you hold it out and take the picture?"

"I'd have no way of knowing if the shot would look right or not." Clem looked at the camera in Sarah's hands, then devised an plan.

"Hold out the camera like you're going to take a picture of yourself."

"But—"

"I got an idea, just try it." Sarah tried gripping the camera with one hand, but nearly fumbled it trying to position her thumb in a way that would cover the button while holding it.

"It's too big to hold with only one hand."

"Use both hands then."

"But—"

"Trust me, I think this will work." Sarah did as she was told, gripping the camera with both hands as she held it out as far as she could. "You got a good grip on it?"

"Yeah. But how—" Clem circled around Sarah and looked through the camera's viewfinder. "Okay, you're gonna have to move forward a lot. There's no way we could get the sign in the shot while the camera is this close to you."

"Um okay." Clem gently tugged on Sarah's wrists and the older girl started walking forward as the younger one kept her eye glued to the camera.

"Keep coming," said Clem as she examined her shot. "And… stop. Okay, now let's aim it up a tiny bit." Clem gripped the camera and guided Sarah's hold on it until the logo in the background seemed to line up just above Sarah's head. "Okay. I'm gonna grab OJ, we'll slip in-between your arms, and then you take the photo."

"Try to be quick, holding it like this is kind of hurting my arms." Clem raced over to Omid's stroller and pushed him towards where Sarah was standing. She went back to the camera one last time and tweaked Sarah's aim slightly.

"Try to hold it right there," said Clem as she collected Omid from his stroller.

"I'll do my best." Clementine wrapped her arms around Omid's chest and then, with great care, ducked under Sarah's arm and very slowly backed up until she felt the older girl right behind her.

"Clem, duck down like an inch so you're not covering my face."

"Okay." Clem bent her knees slightly to shrink a bit and looked down at Omid. "Hey OJ, look at what Sarah's holding. Come on, just tilt your head." The boy looked up at the camera. "Okay, smile and take the picture!" Clem put on a big grin just in time to see the flash of the camera.

"Finally." Sarah lowered her arms as Clem placed Omid back in his stroller.

"Let's see how it turned out." Clementine examined the photo. Slowly the image came into focus, revealing a totem poll of smiling faces capped with the NASA logo in the background.

"It looks great," said Sarah. "And I look way better when I smile with my mouth closed."

"It's perfect." Clem admired their newest keepsake. Just looking at the photo, no one would even imagine it was taken after the world changed because all they could ever see was a smiling family enjoying themselves on vacation.

"We'll have to put it with all our drawings in the photo album when we get back," said Sarah as she stowed the photo with the others. "And we should get some more film too." Sarah packed the camera away.

"I… I wish we had this sooner," admitted Clem. "Or we kept that camera I used to have at the cabin."

"We had to leave in a hurry," reminded Sarah as she zipped up her bag.

"Yeah… but I had months to take a picture of Omid's parents, and I never did," realized Clem. "And my drawings of them aren't very good. He's never going to know what his mom and dad looked like."

Clem suddenly felt Sarah's hand on her cheek. "He'll know," assured Sarah as she looked into Clem's eyes. "Because you'll tell him what they looked like when he's old enough."

"I just wish I had a picture of them."

"I wish I had one of my dad," admitted Sarah.

"Me too," said Clem. "And my mom."

Sarah took a breath and collected her bag. "But we got a camera now. So… if we ever meet someone else we care about, we'll be sure to get a picture of them, just in case…" Sarah stopped speaking and put her backpack on. "I guess we can go now."

"You sure?" asked Clem.

"Unless there's something else you wanted to do."

Clementine surveyed her surroundings, reading the signs and looking for anything they may have missed. "I think we've kind of done everything," conceded a reluctant Clem.

"All right, let's head back to the parking lot." Sarah led the way and Clem followed behind her while pushing Omid in his stroller. The younger girl eyed the decor and exhibits as they passed them by, finding herself tempted to return to one of them if just to stretch out their vacation a little bit longer. Then she saw one without a sign; it was a large open dome nestled just past the rocket garden and near the edge of the main plaza.

"Sarah, what's that?" asked Clem as she pointed to the dome.

"I'm not sure."

"Let's check it out."

"I thought you were ready to go?"

"I thought we did everything. We must have missed that."

Sarah looked at the dome and shrugged. "Okay." The pair approached the dome. It was open on all sides, making it look more like a tent. Stepping inside, they found themselves in awe at what stood before them.

"How did we miss this?"