Clementine:
After that, we all went back to our dorms, and I'd finally stopped crying. It was just an outburst, and I felt guilty about it. Once inside the room, I paced around anxiously, clenching my fist. My hair was still wet from the shower I'd just taken. The others were finishing theirs one by one, taking turns in the bathroom. Ian was the last one still in there.
"Clementine, you need to rest. It's been so stressful up North," Troy reminded me, bringing back memories of the sleepless nights we had every time we went there. But this time had been worse.
"No. I have a few questions," I told the three of them.
Yorick was sitting on his bed, hunched over, fiddling with his shoe. It had broken last time, and even though Miss Rue promised to design him a new pair, he was still determined to fix the busted one himself. That's what we'd all become. Every time something broke, we'd just start looking for ways to fix it.
