For a minute after his sister's sudden question, Clem was mute. He didn't know what to say that would get him out of the impending doom that was about to happen. He knew his sister quite well, and knew that she would throw a no small fit if she ever sees what he had drawn.

"Clem..." Claire called tentatively, now getting curious about her brother's drawing. What had he drawn now, that was making him skeptical and recluctant to display it to her.

Did he draw Maya again? She ...