Georgie was your mother. You'd been born in a facility and when you were eight, for decades, you were kept in cryo until the blip happened. Now you were thirteen and a former Flag Smasher. You'd gotten acquitted both due to your age and the fact that your mom was willing to do everything in her power to do so.

Now, here you were, with your mother, eating ice cream right outside an ice cream shop.

"You know," Georgie started. "I never once gave up hope that you were out there, especially after finding Clementine. I always firmly believed that you were somewhere out there." She took your hand in her's. "I am so glad I was right."