The next morning, Lindsey awoke in a daze. She laid there on the lumpy cot and tried to remember why she had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Oh, yeah. Rick.

Everything from last night zipped through her brain and she tried to stop it by grabbing the front of her forehead as she sat up. She rubbed her bleary eyes and gritted her teeth to fend off the throbbing in her head.

I'm never drinking again.

Slowly, she pushed herself to her feet and began to get dressed - tight jeans, black boots and what was once a soft pink racerback tank, now dingy brown. She checked her Glock, secured it, and then slid her knife into its holder on her belt. After taking a deep breath, she walked to the cafeteria.

Almost everyone was at breakfast. Hershel was sitting at the closest table to the doorway and noticed Lindsey walk by.

"How are you feeling this morning?" he asked with a hint of humor.

"I'm never drinking again," she voiced out loud with a groan.

"I'd give you some aspirin-"

"No way. This was self inflicted. Someone will need it more than me," she joked.

Hershel just chuckled.

Lindsey picked up a bowl and filled it with her share of oatmeal. She found a seat next to Michonne and they exchanged 'good mornings' as she sat down. She hadn't talked a lot to Michonne in the four weeks that she'd been at the prison, but luckily, conversation didn't require much effort for them.

"Where are the lovebirds?" Lindsey asked as she took a bite of food. Ugh. Plain oatmeal is so nasty.

"Still sleeping. Probably had a long night," Michonne replied slyly.

They both exchanged a look and snorted, trying not to laugh. For a few minutes they sat in companionable silence as they finished their food. Lindsey looked around the room and noticed Daryl sitting by the door, checking his bolts. She couldn't help but wonder where Rick was. Obviously they were done with their watch, but he was no where to be seen.

Coincidentally, he happened to walk in at that moment. He stopped in the doorway and leaned against the wall as he talked to Daryl. He had to have come in sometime that morning because he was no longer wearing the suit from last night. Wearing his usual attire of black pants, worn cowboy boots, and blue plaid button-up shirt, Lindsey thought he looked ridiculously handsome in anything he wore.

Rick must have felt her eyes on him because he unexpectedly looked over at her from where he was standing. He barely acknowledged her, just a glance in her direction and then went back to talking to Daryl. Lindsey looked down at the bottom of her bowl and closed her eyes as her headache took a turn for the worse. She felt a nudge on her back and looked up to see Michonne motion for her to come along. Not knowing what she was expected to do, she quickly set her bowl in the bucket by the sink and joined Michonne next to Rick and Daryl. Lindsey made it a point not to look at Rick, even as he spoke up to say that they were going to be clearing the fences today. He explained that too many walkers were building up and they needed to be put down and burned before they managed to tear the place down.

Just as they were about to walk outside, Karen appeared in the doorway.

"You guys will want to see this," she said in a hushed voice.

She led them to the front gate and motioned to something on the other side. Lindsey couldn't see what because Karen was blocking her view, but when Karen stepped aside, she was surprised to see that it was a box. Lindsey watched as Daryl opened the gate and Rick cautiously approached the box. It was about one foot across and one foot high, and topped with a red bow. He lightly kicked it with the tip of his boot and they all jumped when the box began to move – not a lot, but just small shudders. Rick carefully removed the bow and while averting his face, opened the box. Lindsey couldn't see what was inside but it couldn't have been good, because Rick glanced at it and then looked away with disgust.

Daryl looked over Rick's shoulder. "What the hell?" he exclaimed. "Who's that?"

Lindsey, Michonne and Karen finally came forward and gasped. Inside the box was a walker head, still chomping away. Unfortunately though, it looked fresh.

"It's Mr. Parker," mumbled Karen, "or was..."

"Mr. Parker? He one of yours?" Daryl asked.

Karen nodded. "He was an older gentleman from Woodbury. I know I saw him last night at the wedding, but he didn't come to breakfast this morning."

"Obviously," Daryl grumbled.

Lindsey watched as Rick closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. She decided to interject.

"I think the most important question is - how did he get here? Who would do something like this? Everyone here seems so nice-"

"The Governor," Michonne spat out bitterly.

Lindsey glanced at Michonne and tried to remember where she had heard that name before. Some of the former Woodbury residents had mentioned him in conversation, but she couldn't say that she knew anything about him.

"Do you really think he's still around here?" Karen challenged.

"I'm sorry. Who is the Governor?" Lindsey finally asked.

"He's the bastard that shot you," Rick replied, his voice frosty.

Lindsey stared at him in shock, as did everyone else. "You knew who did this to me-?"

"And didn't bother to tell any of us?" Michonne growled.

Rick grasped his gun belt with one hand and pinched the bridge of his nose with the other. He then dropped his hand and looked at them. Lindsey felt bad they were ganging up on him, but it wasn't okay that he'd kept them in the dark. Finally, he spoke.

"Hershel and Daryl knew. Honestly, I'm not even a hundred percent sure that it was the Governor. All I know is that we didn't want to cause a panic."

Rick looked at everyone, and then Lindsey. His bright blue eyes pierced her gaze and she found that she was embarrassed when it knocked the breath from her body. Eventually, she looked down, but then back up when Rick came toward her and spoke quietly.

"I'm sorry, Lindsey. I should have told you. You were scared and I guess I was just worried that once you found out our connection with the man that hurt you, well, I was afraid you'd leave." He said the last few words awkwardly. She figured that he hated admitting something so personal in front of his strongest allies.

She shrugged. "I understand. You were just trying to protect me. But don't keep things like that from us in the future. We deserve to know."

Slowly, Rick nodded. "Absolutely."

"So what do we do about Mr. Parker?" Karen asked.

Before anyone could reply, Michonne unsheathed her sword and jammed in through Mr. Parker's skull. Then, using the tip of her boot to hold down his head, she pulled it out as dark blood bubbled to the top and oozed down the front of his face.

"Woah! What the fuck?" Karen exclaimed.

"I put him out of his misery," Michonne answered as she sheathed her sword and stalked back into the prison.

Mouth agape, Karen watched her until she was inside and then turned to Rick expectantly. He shrugged.

"Sorry, Karen. They really wasn't any other way."

"So now what?" Lindsey asked before Karen could argue.

"Now, we clean the fences like we had planned and then tonight I'll tell everyone what's going on. At least, what we think is going on. We still don't know for sure if it was the Governor," Rick stated.

"Come on, Rick. Remember when Michonne told us 'bout his fish tanks. This has gotta be him," Daryl argued.

Rick nodded thoughtfully. "I guess we'll find out sooner or later."

The four survivors stood in ominous silence for a moment and then Daryl interrupted. "Alright people, we're wastin' daylight. Let's get this done. Come on, Karen."

Before anyone could oppose, Daryl and Karen had gone to take care of the walkers on the right side, leaving a wearisome Rick and Lindsey with the left.