"Nick!" her relief and happiness flows out in a single syllable and Clementine sits back, dazed with it.

He's not dead, he's alive, for now he's alive. Thank God. She bites back the urge to cry and takes deep calming breath. They're not out of the woods yet, they won't be for weeks, not until the arena's over and they've come out of it one way or another. It's a dark thought but true, Clem's gone through this enough times now to know it.

At least this moment is a victory. Nick isn't dead despite the Gamemaker's best attempts to kill him so early on, Luke saved him and that's something. "You're okay, Nick, we got away." she tries to reassure him, "We're safe for now."

The door is sturdy and there's no sound of anything else coming at them.