"In her room. She has some books and crafts in there, she'll be okay," Andrea says, knowing Clementine's perfectly capable of keeping herself entertained for awhile. And knowing, too, that Clementine understands when things are going wrong, probably better than most people in this city ever really will.

She sits on the couch beside him and tucks one leg under her body, looking at Mike for a long moment. "He'll be okay," she says. "The doctors here are good, they're not just going to let people die of... whatever it is."