With the steam already rising in the bathroom, Michonne smiles as she enters the shower. Heavily she sighs as she stand there, allowing her muscles to relax. She laughs the laughter transition to tears. With her hands around her abdomen she cries harder. She purges all from within; her tears for getting here, for Andre especially Andre. As the water wash her tears away Michonne lathers up and scrubs three, four times from head to toe washing all of it away. She rinses and turns the faucets off. Stepping out, feeling of being alive, alert stronger. Exhaling deeply Michonne smiles and thought at last, that was quite refreshing.