Clementine [To AJ]: All this. It’s worth it. All those times you’d ask me if we’d find a home… All I could ever tell you was “we’ll see”. And your face would fall every single time. But you want to know something I didn’t tell you? I never had a plan. I never knew where we were going. I never knew anything. I just fought and fought and fought, and hoped you didn’t notice. Hoped we’d find something before you did. Did I do a good job?