"No," Clementine says, and the answer comes faster than she means it to, but she doesn't. She doesn't believe in Santa Claus or the Easter bunny or food that comes without a cost to someone or something somewhere except- She makes a little face and then looks over at the food again. "But I don't know how I got here either."

She can't explain that away as much as she might cling to this ideal that magic isn't real. If it wasn't, how did she show up here without any walkers following her? If it wasn't, how did she end up here at all?

"Unless this is a dream."

She doesn't really have many of those. When she does dream, it's usually Lee in them or her parents. Otherwise, it's a nightmare, and this is the most elaborate dream she has ever had.