"Help! Abby! Indra! Beja, sis osir au!" The voice was distant but loud. Abby passed an injured Kane over to someone else and picked her head up, searching for the sound. She walked forward, waiting for them to call again, but it was silent. Her eyes scanned the destruction, and as she turned to leave, she saw a heap of building collapse in on itself. Instantly, Abby was running to it, across the wide stretch of cobblestone street, outside the village center, and to the door.

"Hello?" Abby called, carefully treading inside the building door. "Can anyone answer me?" She looked up warily at the little bit of ceiling left, but continued on anyway. She scaled the chunks of cement, rock, and dirt, getting over the wall of debris to see a little bit of open space before just more stone. Abby saw a small hole—and when she peered closer—saw a dying flame flickering at the bottom of the darkness. "Can anyone hear me?" Abby shouted again, but still no one answered. Taking a breath, Abby sat down and then lowered herself into the hole and into the suffocating blackness. As soon as her feet hit the ground, the overwhelming scent of blood filled her nostrils. She coughed, scrunching her nose. Through the dim light, Abby searched the dirt, and she saw a figure sprawled out on the ground. She got closer, straining to see who it was.

"Clarke?" she asked in disbelief. But, although covered in dirt and blood, Abby would be able to recognize her daughter anywhere. The only thing was that she was unconscious, and that was most definitely a bad sign. "Clarke, sweetie, can you hear me?" Abby crouched over her, placing a hand on her forehead. "Oh, God, Clarke, you're burning up," she breathed.

"Abby?" Indra called from above, her voice stern and cold still.

"Down here!" Abby yelled. "I found Clarke!"

"Is the Heda with her?" Indra asked.

"No," Abby said. "Clarke is the only one in this hole."

"I have to find the Heda," Indra said. "She's still unaccounted for."

"Come here and help me," Abby said, looking up at Indra through the space. "Beja, Indra," Abby sighed when she hesitated.

Indra huffed but complied anyway. "Alright."

Indra dropped down, landing heavily on the ground, but she quickly scurried over to Abby and Clarke. She stared at Abby, her eyes sharp. "How is she?"

"From what I can tell," Abby squinted, pointing at Clarke, "she suffered a stab wound to the abdomen, several lacerations, and possibly a broken wrist," she said, gently picking up Clarke's bruising left wrist.

"Let's get her out of here and then look for the Heda," Indra said.

When the two women lifted Clarke into a seated position, she stirred, moaning. "Clarke?" Abby asked. "Can you hear me?" After a moment, Clarke's eyes fluttered open.

"Mom?" she whispered.

"I'm here, Clarke," Abby inhaled shakily.

Clarke's eyes roamed the small space before falling on Indra. "Lexa…" she coughed. "She was here…with me."

"Where is she now, Clarke?" Indra asked, gripping her shoulder.

"I—I don't know," Clarke said. "She was here when I lost consciousness. She probably went to—" she stopped, her eyes widening.

"What is it, Clarke?" Abby asked, following her gaze.

"That wall wasn't there before," she said softly, pointing to the huge chunks of rock separating them from the light. "There was more open space before," she stared up at her mother with worried eyes. "Lexa…"

Indra was up in an instant. "Heda!" she called, moving over to the stones. "Gada ai! Answer me!" She clawed her way through rock, shifting boulders, and ducking under the low-hanging "ceiling." She spotted a hand, dirt-caked and cut, sticking out from under a large piece of leaning rock. "Lexa," she gasped.

"You found her?" Clarke called as loudly as she could.

"Not quite yet," Indra's voice echoed. "I can only see her hand."

"I'm coming," Abby said, gently putting Clarke down and crawling over to where Indra had disappeared. Once there, Abby and Indra set to clearing as much off Lexa as they could without risking sending the rest of the building down on top of them. Lexa was unconscious, and she had blood running down the side of her dusty face, her face was pale, and she had a gash on her thigh. The two women pulled her out from the rubble and carried her up over the wall.

"Can you get her out?" Clarke asked, sitting up, an arm around her torso.

"We'll get her out," Abby said. "Stay put."

"Not a chance," Clarke said, already struggling to her feet. "I'll help."

"Clarke!" Abby barked, her eyes wide.

"I'll climb up the opening and help pull her out." Clarke ignored her mother and, although she could barely breath, she dragged herself out of the dark space and into the sunlight. It was blinding, but the air was fresh and cool. Without getting too distracted, Clarke turned around and reached down while Abby and Indra lifted Lexa together. Once Clarke had the back of Lexa's chest piece in her hands, she held her there while Indra scurried up, squeezing through to help pull her the rest of the way. They got Lexa up and out, and then gently laid her down on the ground while Abby joined them.

"You shouldn't be moving," Abby glared at Clarke, but she sighed and waved her off.

"I'm alright now," she said, bending down to inspect Lexa. "And—"

"What, Clarke?" Abby asked.

Clarke's eyes went wide, and then she set her hands on top of one another, right in the middle of Lexa's chest. "She's not breathing!"