It was Tommy who actually found you when he was out on patrol with Joel. He offered to take you in so he and Maria could raise you, but for some reason, you clung to Joel like there was no tomorrow. So Joel was the one who took you in. It didn't take long for them to find out you were mute, unable to speak, but at least you could write and sort of use sign language. Although you were only six, it wasn't all that great.

Joel had just woken up. It was still early in the morning, around eight. When he got up to check on you, he found you nowhere to be seen. Not in bed, not in your room, but rather downstairs watching Jurassic Park in the living room. He stood in the doorway, his arms crossed as he leaned against the frame and smiled while watching you. He was glad you could be a kid now instead of being forced to survive outside on your own. You were wearing a colorful onesie with footies, and a bowl of cereal was in your lap as you sat on the floor.