Rick shifted his wedding ring as he stared at the prison yard. He was worried about something. His plants were finally blossoming and ready to be harvested, but that wasn't the reason he was worried. Daryl had returned a month ago from his search for the Governor without Michonne. He had come back weary and exhausted, swearing up and down that Michonne was crazy. All he had mentioned was that they had come close to finding him weeks ago, but now the trail was cold. As for Michonne's absence, all he would say was that she was insane. He would shake his head and walk away at the mention of her name. Similar to Rick, Carl was also worried. He secluded himself from most of the other kids and spent most of his time in his cell reading old comic books that Michonne loved. Even Judith, who was slowly becoming accustomed to Michonne, felt how anxious everyone had become and had started to cry uncontrollably. Rick wasn't sure what to do with himself. Every little thing reminded him of her and the more he thought about her the more he worried, so it became an unending cycle. He started talking to himself, making promises that if she returned safely, then he would try and go on a run. It had been awhile since he had held a gun or stepped too far away from the prison. He had become scared of the man he was becoming and had secluded himself to the farming lifestyle. A couple months ago before she had left, Michonne had spoken to him about his gun, but he had simply brushed it off. Now, he would do anything just as long as she returned safely. As if the universe was listening to his silent prayers, she finally returned.

Riding through the prison gates, she was instantly surrounded by father and son. As soon a she got of her horse, Carl ambushed her with a hug, whispering a silent prayer to the universe for bringing Michonne back.

"Whoa!" Michonne replied as she hugged him back.

Rick stood watching, saying his own private prayer.

"Good to see you" he drawled in his southern twang as she finally met his eyes.

Michonne knew that she had a lot to answer for as she studied the relief and weariness within his eyes, but for now she replied "Good to see you, too."

As people became aware of the returning warrior, more people headed outside to see the mysterious figure. Most of the new people at the prison had no idea who Michonne was because she was never there. All they heard were stories and encounters that had painted Michonne to be some kind of legend. However, for the few individuals, who actually knew Michonne, excitement and fear ran through their veins as they went outside to witness her return.

Carl, so afraid of losing her again, held on tightly to Michonne as more people surrounded her horse. Daryl pushed through the growing crowd, in search of Michonne. He had to witness it for himself. The last time he had seen her, she had pushed her way into a building of walkers before urging him to return to the prison. All he could do was stare. She looked tired, but for the most part she was still here. Finally,sensing the large crowd that had gathered, Rick turned towards the spectators and urged them to continue their tasks for the day. People slowly moved as they tried to capture a mental image of Michonne.

"So did you find him?" Daryl asked bluntly.

"No, but I am thinking of heading towards Macon." Michonne responded.

Immediately, Rick, Carl and Daryl all groaned.

Carl loosened his grip on Michonne as he asked "Do you have to go?"

"Yeah," Rick added, "is it worth it?"

"The trails been cold for a while now." Daryl stated.

Michonne sighed. She didn't have the energy to argue with all of them today, so she nodded and agreed. She would just stay for couple of days, before she set out in search for the Governor again.

Michonne had only been at the prison for a week, but she was already itching to return to the road. The best thing about her return was the large amount of time she had been spending with Rick and Carl. They were the first people she saw when she woke up and the last people she saw when she went to bed. Rick had once again become the last person she saw before she went to sleep. She was certain that he wanted to guarantee that she was actually there. It had become a ritual since the day he had apologized to her for almost giving her to the Governor for them to meet and talk. At first, he would walk by to say good night, wait a couple of minutes until he was sure everyone else was asleep and walk back over to her cell before leaving early in the morning. That first night, they had only talked about the Governor, with mostly Michonne talking, while Rick listened. As Michonne grew closer to Carl, the more they had to talk about. They mostly talked about Carl, avoiding any discussions about their pasts. Rick would talk as Michonne listened. Rick would knock on her cell three times, before entering, usually bringing a present that included a candy bar or a comic book. They had finally gotten to the point, where they would share the bed as they talked. They were comfortable around each other. Never feeling the need to pretend or be guarded, they had established a level of trust that was beyond the need for survival. Thus, as they laid on the bed in a comfortable silence, Michonne whispered, "I saw Andrea."

Rick, who had been staring at the ceiling trying to figure out why his tomatoes weren't growing, immediately turned toward Michonne. He knew what it meant. After all, she had been in the room, when Andrea had stopped herself from turning. The horror of seeing the dead. The name triggered memories of a time when he saw Lori.

"I saw her in a building" Michonne continued, "It was filled with walkers and I know I shouldn't have, but I had to…"

"Is that why Daryl keeps calling you crazy" Rick questioned.

"The farther away I get, the more I see her," Michonne finally stated as she turned towards Rick.

Rick studied her face. She looked weary. The sturdy exterior had worn off and he was now left with a softer Michonne. The Michonne that had cried when she had first held Judith. He had no words to cure her, so he kept silent waiting for her to say something else.

"When did you stop seeing…" she paused as she realized she was about to enter uncharted territory. For the most part, they never talked about their pasts. It was just a door that neither one of them was ready to open, let alone talk about.

Rick sighed. She and Hershel were the only ones who knew about his visions of Lori. "I think they stopped when you came back from Merle."

Michonne nodded unsure of what to say. A comfortable silence filled the room before Rick continued "I don't know why or how, but seeing you again…"

Rick gazed at Michonne, hoping to convey some of what he was feeling.

"Is that why you are always happy to see me?" Michonne teased.

Rick smiled, "Maybe."

Michonne awoke the next morning feeling less than stellar. After Rick had left, she had spent the night tossing and turning. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Andrea staring back at her smiling. Andrea's ghost was haunting her, creeping into her life, reminding her of all the pain she was trying to conceal. In frustration, Michonne woke up and pulled the map from underneath her pillow. She placed it flat on the floor and began to trace the possible paths that the Governor might have followed. She knew heading out towards Macon was risky, but it was worth it. Maybe once she killed the Governor and avenged Andrea's death, she would stop seeing visions of Andrea. With that spark of motivation, she began packing in a hurry. If she left by sunrise, she could cover more ground and hopefully be around Macon by nightfall.

It was about an hour before the sun would rise and life at the prison would begin. It was at this time that Michonne sneaked out of her cell and headed towards the prison yard. She headed towards her horse, hoping that the two weeks of rest had helped her as much as it had helped Michonne. Grabbing the reigns, she headed towards the gate hoping that her movements wouldn't stir the few walkers clinging to the gate. Rick and Carl, who woke up at the crack of dawn every morning to begin farming, had just stepped out into the prison yard when they saw Michonne heading towards the gate. Immediately, Carl ran towards Michonne hoping to catch her before she left.

"MICHONNE" he yelled breathless as he finally caught up with her.

She turned around smiling as she saw Carl approaching her.

"Hey!" she greeted as she brought him into a hug.

Rick who had been watching the scene, smiled to himself noticing the excitement in Carl's voice. He took the opportunity to watch her, the way she effortlessly interacted with Carl. He frowned to himself noticing the gear she had packed. She was going out again.

"Shit!" he whispered as he approached the dynamic duo.

"I left two more comics in your room, that I think you might like," she stated to Carl as she ruffled his hair "oh, and you better be done with them by the time I get back."

"You leaving?" Rick interrupted, ignoring the moment she was sharing with Carl.

"Yeah, just for a little bit." Michonne replied feeling the intensity of Rick's stare.

"You think that's a good idea?" Rick stated as he tilted his head to side and stared at the ground before meeting Michonne's eyes again.

Carl stood in the middle, as he watched Michonne and Rick stare at each other. He could feel the intensity seething in the space between them and wasn't sure what to do. Part of him felt like he should leave, but the other part of him wanted to stay there and watch Michonne as she left.

"Rick…" Michonne began already foreseeing the argument that was about to take place.

Rick interrupted her again, "Carl, go check on your sister."

"But, Dad!" Carl moaned.

"It's alright, go give your sister a hug for me. I'll be back before you know it! Ok." She said one last time as she pulled Carl into one last hug before he grudgingly left.

With Carl gone, Rick didn't waste any time getting straight to the point. "Is it worth it?"

"Rick…"

"What happens when you see her out there again? Huh? Are you gonna chase her? Get yourself in a building full of walkers just so that you can see her one last time?" Rick questioned. He touched the bridge of his nose, hoping to calm the frustration that was building.

"Rick…"

"He ain't worth it." He finally whispered staring down at ground, hoping that Michonne understood what he was asking. He needed her alive and safe at the prison.

Michonne sighed. She knew that he was right, but killing the Governor was top priority in her life at the moment. Everyone had a job to do and her job was to kill the Governor.

"Rick…" Michonne whispered as she reached for his hand "I'll be back. I promise."

Rick stood silently, staring at the empty space between him and Michonne. Rick's whole body felt defeated. All the exhaustion and weariness that he had been holding on to for weeks engulfed his body as he listened to her speak.

"DAD! WALKERS!"

Rick and Michonne immediately started running towards the prison at the sound of Carl's yelling. She pulled her katana out, as Rick grabbed his knife.

People were dying left and right. Every minute of every day, someone was either getting sick or dying from the sickness. Rick, who had relieved himself of any leadership roles, found himself sitting at the council meeting with the few members that hadn't gotten sick. Glen, Sasha and Carol were in quarantine, so that left Daryl and Hershel. Today, Rick and Michonne had been asked to attend the meeting. They were planning the supply run for the medical supplies that would cure the sickness.

"How many people we got left?" Daryl asked looking over at Hershel.

"Only a few that can actually handle being out there." Hershel answered looking over at Rick. He wanted to ask Rick to go out on the supply run, but he knew that Rick wouldn't be able to do it.

Rick shifted in his chair under Hershel's gaze. He knew they needed him to go, but he wasn't ready to leave.

"Daryl and I can go. We've been out there before. We know our way around." Michonne responded looking over at Hershel.

"Okay, then its settled. I'll write down the list."

Rick watched as Michonne said goodnight to Carl and Judith as they headed out to the quarantined area for kids. He smiled watching how effortlessly she transitioned from warrior to friend. Her cold exterior softened, as she waved them off.

"Hey," Rick said as he joined her. They both stood and watched as Carl entered the secured area.

"You were right." Michonne began, "I don't need to go out there anymore." She sighed, "At first, it was about finding him and killing him, but then I started seeing her, chasing her..."

Michonne turned towards Rick hoping that she wouldn't have to continue. Saying it would mean letting go, letting Andrea go. Rick tilted his head towards her understanding the impact of letting go. In that moment, he realized what he had to do.

"I'm gonna go on the run." Rick stated.

Michonne stood there, allowing the gravity of what he was saying to sink in.

"You sure?" Michonne questioned.

Rick stared at the ground before meeting Michonne's eyes. She reached out towards his hand, giving it a light squeeze as she gazed back at him. They were both letting go.

"You ready?" Daryl asked as Rick and Michonne approached his motorcycle. He watched as Rick looked hesitantly towards him. Daryl nodded at him understanding how difficult it was for Rick to leave his kids behind. As he turned his head forward, he saw Michonne's hand reach out and squeeze Rick's hand. It happened so quickly, he could have sworn he dreamt it up. The two were becoming increasingly close and it was becoming more and more evident. The fact that Michonne spent more time with the Grimes family than anyone else was clue number one that something was going on. With their whispering and intense eye contact, they had unknowingly created a little world of their own. Daryl watched as Rick opened the passenger door for Michonne and waited for her to sit before shutting the door. Something was definitely going on.