"Maybe a few more," she offers, shrugging. Maybe other people survived. There were so many children at the prison, one or two of them must have--and then she realizes she didn't count Carl. Carl must be alive, right? And Judith, please-- She stops herself before her thoughts can slide any further in that direction. "But first, we have to win the war."

Beth smiles, saying it like it'll be as easy as settling a saddle on Promise's back. This afternoon, she decides, it can be. They can imagine life getting better for an hour or two, can't they? Sonia deserves a break.