Lucy hit the unforgiving ground with a loud thump. Inertia was an evil thing, and her jumping through the last breach had some consequences. An odd, mismatched Dalek flew through the portal with a cackle. It was a simple matter of levitation for him, and Lucy deeply regretted fixing that for him as he did circles overhead.

"Caan! Get down here, you clown. We don't even know where we are," Lucy hissed at him, but he paid her no mind.

Lucy sighed and looked around. There didn't seem to be anyone nearby, but there was a horrible stench. Like rotting road-kill. Covering her mouth and nose, Lucy tried to find the source. It was coming from all around her. A moan caught her attention, and she turned to see a man limping toward her. She tensed as he got near her. His face was half-rotted off, and his eyes were dead. Last world there had been ghosts and vampires and werewolves. Now there were zombies.

Caan disappeared into the trees, and Lucy swore under her breath. If there was one zombie, odds were pretty great that there'd be more lurking about. Taking off her left-hand glove, Lucy calmly walked toward the creature. She didn't have the powers that The Monk had gone on about, but escaping Time itself had given her something to work with. The man lunged for her. Lucy took a step to the side before touching the zombie's outstretched arm. The zombie's eyes went wide as it aged to dust.

The sight of it made Lucy remember The Monk's miserable end. Had that been what had happened to him? A laugh caught her attention, and she turned expecting to see Caan. But it wasn't him. It was a middle-aged man with slicked back hair holding a strange bat. Lucy took a step back, and he seemed to realize what he was holding.

The man handed the bat to a man who had walked out of the forest behind him and showed Lucy his hands. He said gently but with authority, "See? Not gonna hurt you. But I suppose that you could do some real damage to me with that hand. So… what's your name, Sweetheart?"

Lucy eyed the stranger and considered some escape routes before answering, "Lucy. Who are you?"

The man gave her a smirk and replied, "Negan. Why don't you come with us and have a chat? I'm real interested in how you just crumbled that walker into dust with a touch. I could have a real spot on my team for someone like you."

"I've never been picked for teams of any kind, so you'll have to excuse my skepticism," Lucy replied and noticed a path with narrow parts. She could likely lose them that way. They weren't huge guys, but they were tall. They'd have a much harder time navigating that path than she would.

Negan laughed again, catching Lucy's full attention, and said, "Well, I'm going to have to insist, Lucy. It's dangerous out here." Shrugging at Lucy's irritated look, he continued, "There are dangerous people as well. Are you prepared to use your hand on them too?"

Lucy narrowed her eyes at that and hesitated. That gave Negan the chance to take a step closer; Lucy quickly took a step toward the path in reply. Negan held up his hands nonthreateningly.

"You're not a bad girl, Lucy. I can tell. You could dust me, but you haven't threatened me once. Not even a bluff. That tells me… that you're not quite comfortable with that. All I wanna do is talk. No one will hurt you."

A cackle echoed from around them and confused Negan and his men. Lucy took this as her cue to bolt. Putting her glove back on, she maneuvered around the path with ease and pulled down branches behind her. Negan cursed from behind her and ordered the men to catch her. Unfortunately, as of late, Lucy had been doing a lot of running. From world to world. Away from men and monsters. Trying to keep up with Caan. She lost the men through a briar patch and kept running. Negan's voice echoed from a distance, and Lucy decided to take a small break in an old rundown cemetery. There was a large, chain-link fence around the place. After picking the lock, she reached through the fence to lock it back in place from the outside. It was better that she didn't leave a trace. Lucy doubted that Negan would look for her here, so she caught her breath inside a mausoleum after checking it for zombies. The zombies were probably the fresh meat eaters. A cemetery just didn't hold their appeal, apparently. Particularly a gated one.

Caan would be okay. He was ridiculously difficult to get rid of, and the Dalek armor that Lucy had managed to piece together was really strong. Bullets bounced right off of it, so he wasn't in danger from those "Sons of Anarchy" dudes. Lucy sighed and took a seat beside one of the plaques. She needed a plan of some kind. Did she need to wait it out and hope that Negan would ignore this place, or should she find a better hiding spot? Would there even be a better hiding spot?

Voices from outside caused her to tense up. A woman's harsh orders could be heard from outside, and Lucy debated what to do. There was a small alcove above the door. Lucy could hide from sight up there and hope that they didn't explore it further. Using a grave to give her lift, she jumped to the alcove. Barely making it, she used her arms to maneuver herself closer to the window. Luckily they were boarded up, so as long as Lucy kept low she wouldn't be seen from the ground.

The door banged open with more force than necessary. A woman walked inside and surveyed around the room. Marble coffins were the only things in her sight, and Lucy made sure to keep quiet as the woman check around the room.

"She in there, Arat?" Negan called from outside.

"No," Arat answered as though disappointed. "I was sure that her tracks led in here, but everything is still sealed."

"She probably realized what a terrible hiding spot this is and split. Don't worry, Arat. I'm not mad. This is actually kind of exciting."

Lucy stayed still and felt a chill go up her spine. She may end up having to kill Negan to get anything done, and even then one of his men might take his place. Arat walked out of the mausoleum angrily. Yelling could be heard from outside, and Lucy stayed still until she could no longer hear anything. She allowed herself to move into a more comfortable position before she heard a groaning from below.

A zombie walked into the mausoleum. Cursing under her breath, Lucy debated what she should do. The thing probably couldn't get to her, but what if it made more sounds? Would they come back? Perhaps they were still out there. Waiting. Lucy listened, but the only thing she could hear was the heavy breathing of the creature. It seemed too… dead to make such noise. Maybe she should just wait here, but what if Caan found an exit to a different world without her? Would he just leave her? Lucy put her hands on her head as questions swirled through her mind, and she pet a quivering D'Artagnan, whom was still disguised as her tie.

Caan had always come back for her. Lucy didn't know why the Dalek was so protective of her, but she had been grateful. Maybe it was because she was the one who had pulled them out of Time. Taking a look at her hand, she held back another sigh. Luckily, the gloves were enough to protect whatever she touched with them on. They had fallen into Time with her and D'Artagnan, so maybe their invulnerability was due to that. But Lucy remembered the silk that they'd been made from. No doubt that probably had something to do with it.

There was a hiss from below; the zombie had gotten his shirt stuck on one of the plaques. It flailed around trying to break free. D'Artagnan hissed in return, and Lucy jumped down from the alcove. She took off her glove and touched the zombie. Waiting until it had completely disintegrated, Lucy then put back on her glove and looked outside. Those jerks had left the gate open, but only one zombie had wandered inside. No one else was there.

"It's okay, D'Artagnan," Lucy whispered. "We'll find that crazy Dalek and be on our merry way."

"What's a Dalek?" a voice whispered back, and Lucy jumped and looked to the side.

An older woman looked at Lucy with wonder from behind a tree. Noticing that she was staring at Lucy, the woman looked away and said, "I'm not one of the Saviors. I'm from a colony nearby. I was out looking for supplies when I saw you… and what you can do. Come with me. They'll be back this way soon. They left their vehicles over that ridge. I know somewhere that you can hide for a little while."

The woman walked away, and Lucy hesitantly followed her. She seemed to be heading away from the voices, which was good enough for Lucy. After a few minutes of walking, Lucy saw a small house in the distance, and she looked behind them hesitantly.

"Don't worry, girl," the older woman said brusquely. "The Saviors don't come close to this place. The leader here has some kind of deal with him. Hurry up. Come inside."

The woman opened the door, and Lucy quickly stepped inside. The sound of the door closing behind her made her feel more at ease. The older woman gave Lucy a quick look before she started putting her stuff away. Lucy looked around the house and thought about what to do next. Finding Caan would be her next step, but she wondered how far away he was. He'd never strayed far before. Somehow, he always seemed to know where Lucy was and found her if she got into too much trouble. She hoped that it would be the same in this world as well. He was the one who seemed to know when and where the portal would open. Without him Lucy would just have to hope that she'd chance upon it.