When you reach the camp, there is no sign of the bees.

"Wait!" Clara comes running up behind you. The three of you start down the path that leads to the generator shed.

"Jorge, I'm sorry I doubted you," she says.

"And I am sorry I doubted you," he responds.

"You didn't trust me," she says reproachfully. "That's all right. I forgive you."

He shakes his head no no no. "No, it is not that," he says. "Trust? No. It is just I am remembering, when you got the spray bottle and stood in front of Hive One. Por supuesto! The real bee killer would have known the hive was already dead, no? Stupid of me to overlook that."