TLDR: Clementine becomes a cynical survivor who is at her lowest point, questioning what’s the point to keep going when every life she touched ends tragically. Meeting new people, such as the García’s, helps her realize that she isn’t beyond redemption, and try to move on.
I’ve been thinking about the original endings the writers at Telltale intended for both Clementine and AJ. I am aware that, regardless if you choose to leave AJ behind or to stay with him, Clementine will die of hypothermia.
But I wanted to think of a scenario where Clementine actually survives the winter at the cost of AJ’s life.
Assuming that TT would write the New Frontier with those endings in mind, it could be hard to actually include Clementine in the third season. She’s either dead or alive, depending on the player’s choice, and they would’ve probably included Clementine appear shortly in a scene before she disappears, if you chose for her to live.
But what if ANF had included Clementine? What if her surviving the blizzard was the canonical choice regardless?
I honestly think this would set up a really interesting path for Clementine’s character. She’d be emotionally destroyed, having lost everyone she once called a friend (again), and literally sacrificing a new born child for her to live. The guilt would’ve eaten away at her, I genuinely cannot fathom the amount of survivor’s guilt she’d be dealing with.
I think she’d be the kind of character who’d be extremely cold and seemingly uncaring, but that’s because she’s scared of forging connections again. Beyond the fear of being subjected to the same emotional pain, I think that she’d also really blame herself for people dying. In my eyes, she’d think that there is something fundamentally wrong with her if everyone she meets dies later, so she just avoids people because she doesn’t want to get them killed.
She either joins TNF out of necessity or continues being a loner, either way I can twist the story a bit where she crosses paths with the Garcías.
I think that’s where Clementine can find her redemption, or rather the ability to forgive herself. Me personally, I’d like for Clementine to have a close friendship with both Mariana and Gabe. She’d initially be closed off, but she slowly warms up to them. I like to think that, at some point, both García siblings would help Clementine find the ability to forgive herself, and find the ability to finally realize that she isn’t beyond redemption.
Loneliness is hell, especially when you’re left alone with your thoughts. The one thing that I’d push is that people deserve to love and deserves to be loved.
Personal notes:
- Rather than have Gabe and Mari be with Javi and Kate, I’d like to imagine that both of them somehow got separated from Kate and Javi and had to survive on their own. Both would be hardened by their experiences, especially Gabe, who probably would’ve dropped his moping to protect his sister. Mari would also be hardened, but she’d still maintain her bright personality, and both would guide each other through surviving the apocalypse and maintain what makes them human.
- I explore some of these themes in my story on AO3 (link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65981194/chapters/170002450) Incase the link doesn’t work, just go to AO3 and search for AxeLight_23, and look for a story called “The Walking Dead: Just Children”
Can you do like Clementine suffering a concussion and memory loss and the Garcia’s try to bring her memory back? Like u did with the season 2 group please? Characters: Javier Kate David and Eleanor.
Title: Memories Are Never Lost
Plot: Clementine suffers a concussion with memory loss and the Garcias need to try to bring her memory back.
Characters: Clementine, Javier, Kate, Gabe, David, Eleanor.
Trigger Warnings: Head injury, memory loss, concussions.
Notes: This was so fun to write buddy!! Thank you so much for the request :')
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The world felt fuzzy and heavy, and as she attempted to open her eyes, the ringing in her ears snapped to an all-time high.
Clementine groaned, moving one of her hands to shield her eyes from whatever light was streaming into the shack’s tiny room. She didn’t know what room she was in. She didn’t even know why she was in whatever room it was. All she could tell, based on light, was that it wasn’t her bedroom.
“How are you doing, kid?”
Clementine groaned again, the soft voice feeling insanely loud in comparison to the quietness of the room. “Ugh, please don’t yell.”
There was a brief moment of silence. “Nobody’s yelling, Clem.”
Finally, the teen could creep her eyes fully open, adjusting to the dimness of the room. On every side of her sat someone, but she didn’t recognize them. She didn’t know why they were there.
Clem paused, confused and squinting. “What’s going on?”
“You gave your head a pretty good whack.”
Clementine tried to sit up and groaned again, placing a palm against her forehead. Gabe dipped forward, trying to help ease her into a sitting position. She stared at the person quizzically, unable to place them. “How?”
“You were trying to get a better vantage point for watch duty and slipped off the ladder.” David commented.
Again, Clementine squinted, but the pressure on her forehead hurt, and she winced the facial expression away. “Vantage point?”
The other adult male raised an eyebrow, a look Clem could barely make out as she slowly opened her eyes again. Javi hesitantly answered, “Yeah, for your watch tower shift.”
“Watchtower?” Clementine adjusted the hat on her head, confused as to why she even had a hat on if she was seemingly recovering from a head injury. “And why didn’t you take this off?”
The woman, Kate, frowned. “Clem, you never let anyone take your hat off.”
“I had to take it off to get a look,” a woman piped up from the other end of the room — Eleanor — before continuing. “But these guys insisted I put it back on before you woke up.”
Clem hesitated, not wanting to move her head too fast and have the aching return. “Why?”
Finally, the group looked at one another, and the teen boy who had helped her sit upright slid back into his seat.
“Clem, do you remember anything?”
Clem. She assumed that was her name. “Uh,” she started, trying to find the words. “No?”
Javier said nothing, just leaned back in his chair, pressing his palms into his eyes, distressed. After a beat, he sighed through his nose.
“Oh my god,” Kate whispered, nervously biting down on one of her nails. Gabe and David remained silent, just staring at her and averting their eyes the moment she turned to them.
Clementine didn’t move her head, but her eyes darted around the room, garnering the reaction of everyone and attempting to understand the vibe of the room. “What?”
Eleanor scoffed. “They’re just upset that you can’t remember them.”
Clementine scowled, ignoring the stress occurring in her temple from the movement. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I know,” Eleanor said through a sigh. It was only spiking Clementine’s frustration. “They just care about you. A lot. You’re like family to them.”
“I’m not actually family?”
“Of course you are!” Javi piped in.
“No.” Eleanor said at the same moment. Javi shot her a glare, but she continued despite it. “They took you in when they realized you were alone.”
“Alone?” The statement seemed to shock Clementine. She sat further upright, causing Gabe to shuffle uncomfortably, worrying about her overworking herself.
Kate and Javi exchanged glances. David looked to the ground. After all, he wasn’t there when they came across her. It was up to them to break the news to the teen.
Javi cleared her throat and rubbed his hands together. “Your parents died, and you were alone for a few years. When we came across you, we got you too,” he hesitated again, “join us.”
Clementine’s expression grew cold and confused. “I don’t understand.”
“I don’t blame you,” Kate furthered, leaning in, finally able to offer some comfort to a chilling conversation. “It’s confusing.”
Eleanor glanced at the group from the corner of her eyes, busy dealing with sterilizing various instruments she had at her disposal. While she never really cared for Clementine and her attitude, her heart slightly ached for the family. She could only imagine how devastating this was for all of them.
“I’m Kate. That’s Gabe, Javi, and David. That’s Eleanor, our community’s doctor.” Eleanor didn’t look up from her work, just switched to disinfecting something else in her tiny corner of the room.
“So, why are you guys here?”
Kate blinked, confused. “What do you mean?” Now, David leaned in, resting his elbows on his knees.
“Well,” Clem shrugged. “If you just found me somewhere, why are you here? Right now?”
“Why wouldn’t we be?” Javi asked. Was this what she always thought? Was this what she believed before?
Clementine raised a brow, still confused. Only then did David jump in. “You don’t need to be blood-related to be family.”
“Yeah,” Gabe furthered. David glanced at him and smiled, nodding and encouraging him to continue. “Like AJ.”
Clem hesitated, her eyes widening and then falling at the mention of the name. “AJ,” she murmured to herself, as though somewhere in her banged-up head, the name rang a small bell.
Gabe’s eyes widened, turning to the rest of their group, hoping this was a sign that they were making some progress. Javi smiled, nodding, encouraging him to continue.
“Clem,” Kate began. “Do you remember who AJ is?”
“AJ,” again, was all Clementine could muster, her voice trailing off. The gears were turning, and everyone in the room could tell. Eleanor, hearing this, abandoned the task of cleaning her tools and lingered nearby, wanting to watch what unfolded.
Kate nodded excitedly. “Yes! AJ.”
“He was like a brother to you.”
“Like a brother?” Clementine seemed confused. The name made a connection, but the purpose for the name hadn’t yet.
Javi leaned in, tugging his chair closer to the edge of her bed. “You took him in too. He was all alone, and you took him in as your own.”
“No blood relation.” Clementine said. Bit by bit, she seemed to be understanding what they were getting at. She was slowly starting to understand, and the Garcias were excited about the prospect.
“But you were his sister. You were all he had. For years.” Kate furthered.
“Do you remember?” David asked. “How much he loved you?”
“How much you loved him?” Javi continued. He turned to David, smiling and nodding, thankful for his support.
“AJ,” Clementine trailed off again. She closed her eyes. “Is he still,” she paused, “is he still at the ranch?”
Javi and Kate shot up, turning and glancing at each other. That was a breakthrough. She remembered the ranch, even if she didn’t remember the atrocities that occurred there.
“No, no. He’s out of there.” Kate assured her.
“You guys got out of there a while ago. You saved him.” David explained.
“So,” Clementine’s eyes opened, voice wavering. “Where is he?”
David gulped, glancing at the rest of the group before answering. “He’s here. Close, at least. He’s a little beaten up. He’s being taken care of.”
Clem closed her eyes again, as though she was in pain. “He doesn’t deserve that.”
Again, Gabe turned to look at the group, shocked that AJ was their key to getting Clem’s memory back. “You’re right. But he’s safe now.”
Clementine opened her eyes and turned to Gabe, eyes glassy and full of emotion. It felt like the puzzle pieces were slowly sliding, piece-by-piece. “Did you guys help?”
Kate gave a sad smile. “Of course we did.”
“We weren’t going to let you handle all of that alone.” David said. “You’ve had enough of that.”
“Just like now.” Javi assured. “You’re not going through this alone, either.”
Eleanor watched from the other end of the room, arms crossed, as the family attempted to spark Clementine’s memory. They relished on adventures they had gone on, obstacles they’d overcome, and, most importantly, AJ.
Eleanor cracked a faint smirk, gradually turning to her station. At least she didn’t need to worry about Clementine never getting her memory back. She had a family of people behind her, ensuring that would never become reality.
This was too perfect. And I love Tobey Maguire memes.
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A/N: i hope you enjoy this! it certainly brought a smile to my face despite the angst.
im not really happy with my writing in this chapter, but...
wait. i liked the chapter but not the writing. how crazy it sounds?
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Summary: After things settle down in Richmond, Clementine is ready to go look for AJ once again. But she’s not going alone.
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building for tomorrow
Usually the smartest thing to do when a herd is involved, Clem knows, is to find a way to run from it. Put as much distance from the walkers as possible.
But she would never run if facing a herd is what stands between her and being reunited with AJ. She needs the goofball back, can’t pretend she doesn’t. It’s been too long. More than enough.
She wonders, for a brief, painful moment, if this is how Lee felt when she was kidnapped in Savannah. No matter how long it’s been behind her, she wouldn’t be able to forget the strange man who kept a walker head inside a bag. Used to speak with it, too. It makes her shiver just by thinking back.
“What’re we going to do to get through them?” Gabe asks in a small, quiet voice. He’s learning fast, she thinks with a smile. A walker can still smell them if it gets close enough, but she’s damn sure it won’t hear them.
“Let me think for a minute,” she answers, her voice barely more than a whisper.
Killing the walkers one by one is out of question. She remembers doing it more than once before, but only when there are ten walkers tops.
Old-fashioned method of covering themselves in guts could work, but they’d need to get close to at least one walker first. That didn’t seem like a very likely option when the things are all huddled up together, shouldering past each other against the fences of the ranch.
Gabe nudges her shoulder, a thoughtful expression on his face, but says nothing.
“What?” she asks, exasperated.
“Well, I think I…I have an idea. How good are you at climbing?”
Clementine sighs. “Climbing what?”
“Trees,” Gabe answers with a shrug, his cheeks coloring a little. He gestures around them with one hand before saying, “There are tons of trees surrounding us. If we use them, we can get past the fences and into the ranch.”
This time, it’s her face that colors slightly. “I had a treehouse, before the walkers. And…and when L—I mean, when I first found survivors, I was hidden up in the trees. But it’s been a long time.”
“You think we can try, though?”
“I don’t really think we have other options,” she says with a sigh, running her hands over her face. When they start preparing to climb the nearest tree, she blurts, “You know, I once met this woman. Molly, I think. She was a great climber. She had this tool that helped her around, and she even named it.”
Gabe jumps up and up and up in the tree, offering her a hand all the while. “Yeah? What happened to her?”
Just don’t think about what you’re doing, she tells herself, repeating it like a mantra. It doesn’t matter that it’s been a long time, she still can do this sort of thing.
“I have no idea,” she answers Gabe, focusing on their conversation. “She left our group without saying anything. Never heard of her again.”
“That’s a good thing,” he tells her with a small smile, encouraging her to keep going. “Means she can still be alive, right?”
“Yeah, maybe.” When her eyes search for the ranch again, she has to suppress a gasp. They moved a lot, and are definitely getting closer to their destination, the herd and AJ. “But there’s something I know for sure—the last time I was on a farm, it was bad. So be prepared for anything.”
“Bad?” Gabe’s voice wavers. He clears his throat the next second, and she smiles at how he really wants to look strong. “How bad? What I should be prepared for?”
“Anything,” she repeats. “I mean it.”
He nods. “But what happened?”
“I…we were starving. There just wasn’t any food left, and people were starting to fight,” she tells him, closing her eyes for a moment when the memories threaten to overwhelm her. “Until this family appears, out of nowhere. They wanted to trade something—gas, I think. They swore they had lots of food, enough to feed our entire group for months.”
When she pauses, her eyes still closed, her body refusing to move to the next tree, Gabe approaches her quietly. He touches her hand with his, just a small sort of contact.
“And then?”
“We went with them, of course,” she continues. “Once we got on the farm, they wanted help with some things. It was fine. But…but then a guy got hurt. The family said they would help him, make sure he got better. But when we asked if we could stay with him, see if he was alright, they wouldn’t let us. My—uh…Lee…one of the guys in our group figured out what was happening by the time dinner was served.”
“What dinner has to do with anything?”
Clementine smirks at him—though there is hardly any humor in her face. “He—the injured man—was dinner. If it weren’t for Lee, I’d have eaten his flesh and never realized the truth.”
All color leaves Gabe’s face—and he swallows one, two, three times.
“What?!” he asks in a shrill, high-pitched voice. “The guy was dinner!”
“Keep your voice down,” she hisses, eyes flying to the herd again. It’s so much closer to them, but the walkers are still unaware of their presence. Dinner.
“But they ate a person!” Gabe exclaims, though his voice lowers a little. “How—why—I mean…why would someone eat a person?”
Clementine shrugs. “It doesn’t matter. I only said that to prove a point—which is, keep your eyes open and stay sharp. We don’t know what we’re going to find on that ranch.”
Though Gabe remains silent, she can almost hear his thoughts—I don’t want to become dinner, I don’t want to be eaten…
She didn’t find it funny back then—and she really doesn’t find cannibalism funny now either—but it’s…amusing how life can suck sometimes. It’s like they have two choices—be eaten by a dead monster who was human once upon a time; or be eaten by someone that’s still human but acts like a monster.
Their conversation is cut short when they reach the fence, the walkers right under their feet. Clem barely breathes at all. She looks at Gabe in the eye, and gestures for him to start climbing to the inside of the property.
He does, his face pale and sweaty. The moment his feet hit the ground with a dull thud!, she smiles.
But when it’s her turn, one of her legs is already over the fence and her heartbeat is crazy and—
A walker grabs her ankle. And tugs her down, surprisingly strong for someone whose limbs are pretty much rotten.
She wants to scream. But still, her instincts are stronger, and her mouth just hangs open, no sound coming out at all. If she screams, more walkers will notice her. And if that happens, it’s over. She’s done.
But she isn’t done just yet.
Something—someone, possibly Gabe—kicks the walker through the fence and pulls her to him at the same time, successfully saving her from the walker’s clutches.
Or kind of.
Since the thing’s hand is still attached to Clementine’s ankle. She kicks it angrily with her free leg, and the hand lands on the other side of the fence, in the middle of the walkers. They are not even startled by it, the stupid things.
“Damn,” she whispers, taking a deep breath. When she looks at Gabe, he’s completely unsettled, staring at the walkers, breathing in ragged puffs of air. “Gabe, it’s okay now. Thanks. You…thanks.”
He shakes his head. “I-I n-never touched one of t-them before.”
Carefully, Clementine wraps her hand around his, trying to ground him to reality. When it doesn’t work, she tiptoes a little to get taller and kisses his cheek.
She’s careful not to allow it to last more than three seconds, but it has the desired effect nonetheless—Gabe stops staring at the walkers to move his bewildered gaze to her, and his face colors.
“Wow…” he says, touching his cheek with two fingers. “Can you do it again?”
Clementine blushes—but still manages to roll her eyes at him. “Yeah, maybe some other time. If you’re lucky.”
Sometimes, she feels like Jane is still with her. Whispering what to do, how to act around boys. It’s…scary. But she’s grateful for Jane’s presence. Real or imaginary.
“Come on now,” she says, gesturing to the ranch ahead of them. The path is clear, every walker behind them. For now. She has no idea how long the fence will hold them—her history with fences is that they’re never really good—but it’ll have to do. The mission is go to the ranch, take AJ, get out, go back to Richmond. Easy.
After they’ve walked for a while—and the small, wooden house is near—Gabe whispers, “It’s super quiet now, isn’t it? I can’t hear the muertos anymore.”
“Better this way.” She shrugs. “But if it makes you feel better, we’ll need to get past them again once we grab AJ.”
“Yeah, it doesn’t make me feel better at all.”
“We can check the barn later, see if there’s a car here or something. I need a car anyway.”
Gabe pauses—and when she stops walking to look at him, he’s staring at the ground like it was personally responsible for every bad thing that ever happened to him.
“Gabe?”
“You’re going to leave, then?” he asks—almost accuses her, the hurt flowing freely in his voice. “After everything…after everything we’ve been through, you’re just going to leave us?”
“No!” she exclaims, raising her hands. “I just…of course I won’t leave. Javi already made me promise to stay. It’s just that having a car is important. I’ve been looking for one—this way, I can go to other places more safely. Get supplies. And stuff.”
“Not like it matters to me anyway,” he mutters, shouldering past her. “Let’s just…keep walking.”
Clementine frowns and runs to catch up with him. “Gabe, I’m really not going to leave. Why are you acting like that?”
“You’re not going to leave because Javi asked you to stay. Even…even if Kate asked, you’d probably listen to her.”
“Yeah. I would. And that’s a bad thing because—?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It clearly does!”
He comes to a halt, almost making her run into his back. When he turns to finally look at her, Clementine can swear there are tears in his eyes.
“It…I’m just never enough, am I? If I asked…it’d be different,” he mumbles, covering his face with both hands. “Look at how well it went I asked Dad to stay. People just…people just don’t stay for me.” His accent gets thicker the more nervous he gets—and by the end of his last sentence, Clementine can barely hear what he’s saying.
But she does hear his words. And it hurts her to see someone like that. Especially because, really, she doesn’t understand it. If people are staying, they are staying. It doesn’t matter who asked.
Gabe reminds her of Sarah—so easily hurt, so open about everything.
She used to do everything for Sarah, didn’t she? But what usually cheered the girl up? She can’t remember. Too many bad memories muddling up the good ones.
Taking a deep breath, taking a leap of faith really, she walks closer to him, her hand coming to rest on his dirty cheek. Looking at them now, though, they are both dirty. Covered in mud and dry leaves and blood from their scratches.
“I…” she swallows, trying to make the words get the hell out of her mouth. “I always thought…I’d be alone.”
His eyes jump to hers, and she swallows again. God, why is this so hard? Why her legs feel like they’re going to make her fall on her knees from their shaking?
But she needs to do this. For him and for her. She opens her fingers over his cheek, caressing it like Christa and Omid used to do with each other. So long ago. How is it that she even remembers little things?
“I always thought I’d be alone,” she repeats, keeping herself focused. “Then I met you.”
It’s not something she was planning. Not at all. Especially not after all of Javi’s teasing and Kate’s knowing looks. But still, Javi and Kate and everyone is far from her mind when she gently pulls his face towards hers, closing her eyes after he closes his. Then she touches her lips to his.
Differently from what she had thought, it’s…weird. Not kissing him, but kissing. It’s wet. And different. She never ever touched her lips to someone else’s, had absolutely no idea what to expect from it.
But the thoughts fly out of her mind when she realizes just what she’s doing. She’s actually, honestly kissing someone. Gabe. She just never…she was being honest with him, before. She never thought about this sort of thing. But it just felt so natural, fitting.
Wet and odd or not, it was still nice. A good memory to treasure among so many bad ones. She hopes it’ll become a good memory to Gabe, too.
Finally, when she doesn’t know what to do with herself anymore, she breaks their contact. He doesn’t let her go completely away though, not yet. Instead, he does something that, to her, seems like instinct alone—he bumps their noses together, earning a smile from her.
“That…” he whispers after bumping their noses one more time and letting go of her free hand. “That…did you mean it, Clem?”
Clementine nods, not finding her voice just yet. Then, after clearing her throat, she answers, “I’m more serious right now than I’ve ever been.”
“Wow.” A smile covers his entire face and he looks—he looks…like he’s glowing with happiness or something. She feels a strange bubble in her heart, too. Something that she never felt there before. Clem doesn’t have a name for it, though. “Wow, Clem.”
When he offers her his hand to hold, it’s shaking so much. She looks down at hers to see it shaking, too. How…how is it that her body can react like this? It never reacted like this to anything. Never.
Smiling to cover her sudden nervousness over her acts, she grabs his hand and they start moving again. If they find AJ today…then she doesn’t think her heart had ever been this happy. It never really had the time to be happy.
She thinks that maybe, maybe now she understands Kate better. Why she clings to Javi every time she can, why the two of them are always together. But she also understands what feeling like this regarding someone means—they could be separated at any time, for any reason at all.
Look at Christa and Omid, Luke and Jane, Kenny and Katjaa. It’s always like that.
Her heart aches at her pessimist thoughts, and she honestly tries to brush them off. Crush her fears. But when it doesn’t happen, she just tells herself that all it means is that they need to enjoy the time they have.
She thinks about the good memories they already have—and the new ones to come. They’ll have to be enough, won’t they?
With everything inside her hurting, she squeezes his hand as tightly as she can.
“Are you…okay?” Gabe asks, pausing for a second to look at her.
“I’m okay,” she promises, nudging him so they can keep moving. “Just thinking about old things.”
Old friends.
Who aren’t coming back.
“You want to talk about it?” he offers with a smile.
But shakes her head. There are a few things…that she’s just not ready not share yet. Maybe one day she’ll be able to tell him what she’s afraid of, how she doesn’t want history to keep repeating itself. But now is not the time.
“Later. After we’re back in Richmond, we can talk about it.”
As an answer to her once again making it clear that yes, she’s going to stay, he squeezes her hand like she did before.
Funny, Clementine realizes, how easy it is to hold hands with someone. There might be walkers everywhere, but she still finds it nice.
The house is so near now—but Clem thinks they are starting to walk slower.
“Can I ask you something?” Gabe suddenly asks, looking down once again.
Feeling bold by their earlier actions, she touches his face again, lightly, until he looks up in her eyes. “You can always ask me anything.”
“Even if it’s silly?”
“Of course.”
“What…what are we going to tell Javi, Dad and Kate?”
She frowns. “I honestly don’t know yet. Maybe we could just keep it quiet for a while? You know, keep it between us. Like it’s…something that’s only ours.”
“I…okay,” he says with a nod. “I like having it as something that’s only ours.”
Clementine returns his nod, and they make it to the house in silence. Once there, she’s all for busting the door open and running inside like a mad woman until she finds her goofball.
But Gabe is more…delicate about it. He knocks.
She’s more than a little surprise when someone actually opens the door—at least a little bit of the door—with a rifle in hand.
“What do you want?” the voice asks. A woman—like Javi had mentioned, right? “Who are you?”
Clem takes a deep breath. “Dr. Lingard told us you were taking care of a little boy. AJ. We’re here to take him back to…the new frontier.”
The last thing Clementine hears before the door is thrown back on her face is a snort, followed by, “I don’t answer to the new frontier for a long time.”
