Joel shows you how to mend a tear in your shirt using makeshift thread. "See, you gotta make do with what you got out here. No room for fancy stuff." Joel tells you. He sees you fumble with the needle, seemingly frustrated.

Joel pats your shoulder reassuringly. "It takes practice, kid. You'll get the hang of it." Joel took you in, and raised you as his own. You being alone and with quite a fiery spirit could only bring trouble. He didn’t want to leave you to die alone. He couldn’t.