Clay had to go somewhere.
Where exactly? He wasn’t sure yet.
How far would he go? Far enough.
Apollo called. Clay talked to him for a bit.
Starbuck ended up dead, but Clay didn’t care all that much.
He went back to sleeping more than was probably healthy. But he didn’t care about that, either.
Clay wasn’t going to leave the hotel room. He was determined to survive this.
There was an earthquake, but he didn’t leave.
The ceiling fell on top of his head.
Now he was annoyed.