It's about 5:45a; Rick and Daryl are leaning on the jeep drinking coffee outside a kwiki-mart while Carl's asleep in Rick truck.

"So why do think she's here?" Daryl asks.

"A year before she left for Togo me, Carl and Michonne were on our way back from New Orleans. While they were asleep I decided to stop in Atmore and maybe get a room for the night instead of trying to drive non-stop back home. I thought it would be cool if we stayed at the Wind Creek Casino and Hotel. As soon as we checked I decided to get some sleep. while they check out the hotel and the rest of the area.

By the time they came back she said that she ran in to her college school roommate Shyanna; they went to Stanford Law together back in the day. Shyanna had invited us to have dinner with her and daughter in Casino restaurant.

So I thought it was cool; we had good time. After dinner; Michonne said that they were gonna drop Shyanna's daughter back home and the two of them were gonna go to the bar.

Carl and I left to walk around then we went upstairs and went to bed.

I don't know around 2:00 a.m. in the morning, Michonne came back to the room drunk and livid. The two of them must have gotten in to an argument cause she started calling her all types of bitches, and she was saying that Shyanna's a racist asshole, blah, blah, blah and how Shy didn't like the fact that she was with white man and all kinds of shit like that.

I told Michonne forget about her, you ran in to her on a humble and that she'll probably never see her again."

"But in her inebriated state; she said something that contradicted her entire rant; I don't know if it was the booze talking or if it was the truth but, she sat down on the bed in huff; then she fell back on the bed and right before she passed out she said, 'It's like seeing my reflection…we're just too much a like…but her allegiance is resolute.'"

Daryl listens to Rick as the morning rush hour begins to pick up speed, "Alright that's sounds like a hot lead but, where should we start looking? You got a last name for this Shy-anna."

Rick finishes the last of his coffee; walks it over to the trash can by the store front and says, "No need, Shyanna owns the Casino."


After googling the info on the Wind Creek Casino owner; Daryl found the home address of Shyanna Harjo. She lives on a large piece of farm land about 8 or 9 miles away from casino.

Following Rick's his truck; Daryl makes a right turn off of route 21 and on to Sizemore Rd.

As they reach the end of the road they slow down to take at the serene landscape and how far away the house sits from the main road.

Rick makes a left turn once he's see a wooden sign, "Harjoland No Trespassing", there's another sign underneath that one that says, "Beware of Dogs", right next the words is a carved out picture of a mountain Airedale with extreme detail given to the dogs teeth.

The house is that of a modest two story upscale middle class home with a garage on the right side and what appeared to a small in-law cottage on the left. Hardly the type of home you'd expect from the owner of a prominent hotel and casino.

As Rick, Carl and Daryl walk on to the porch the three glance around the front yard for any dogs frothing at the mouth ready for a three course meal that may be on the loose.

Carl pushes the doorbell; his only interest was use of the bathroom. Carl had no interest in seeing Shyanna's daughter again; when they saw each other last it seemed as though she was better than him in anything and everything; from arithmetic to the comics.

He wasn't in the mood for a boy vs. girl competition again.


Shyanna hears the doorbell down in the basement; she and her daughter are witnessing the last birth from their dogs litter.

"Shit, god damn it! Tori go upstairs and call Dr. Greene so she can come by and check the litter then get dressed for school. I'll go answer the door."

Before Shyanna walks up stairs she runs over to the utility sink and washes her hands; while her daughter runs to the second floor to call Dr. Greene and change for school.

Shyanna looks through peep hole and says a low sounding, "Shit". She grabs one of the colorful scrunchies wrapped around the door knob and quickly ties her hair up in a ponytail before opening the door.

Completely ignoring Rick and Daryl Shyanna says, "Hey Carl, how are you?"

She gives him a large warm hug, "My god you are looking like the handsome warrior always knew you'd grow up to be."

Carl bashfully smiles, "I've been good; would it be alright if I used the bathroom? My dad and I have been on the road for a while."

Shyanna's gives a burning stare at the two men with her dusty rust colored eyes; turns back to Carl with a smile, "Sure babe."

She opens the door wider and gives him directions to the powder room at the end of the foyer.

Once Carl races inside; Shyanna steps on to the front porch and closes the door, "So Rick what brings you here and…who's your friend?" She asks looking Daryl up and down with skepticism.

"How ya doing Shyanna…you look well. This is Daryl Dixon he used to work me and Michonne back in the day", he quickly injects, "But we're civilians now and we're hoping that Michonne's staying here with you…is she?"

Shyanna gives a blank face with no answer.

"Shyanna, look I know she's somewhere in the area; I just found out yesterday that she's back in the states." He tells her.

Still, Shyanna doesn't say a word.

Rick clenches his eyes shut from being up all night then opens them again, "Shyanna, Me and Daryl been civilians for a while now. After I saw the pictures of her at Atlanta International and after seeing the video of the pawn shop on the news…" He takes a calming deep breath, "I just want talk to her to find out what's going on...find out who she's hiding from and why."

Shyanna recalls how happy Michonne was when she bumped in to her and Carl a few years ago; given the fact that Michonne hadn't spoken very much in the past few days: Shyanna was losing hope that Michonne would bounce back from whatever happened to her in Africa.

She figures that maybe Rick could bring her out of her PTSD that she seems to be living with at present.

"Alright, I'll tell you where you can find her but I need to talk to you few things first", she opens the front door; exasperated by the past few days and invites them in.


Carl finally comes out of the foyer powder room just as someone's coming down stairs. He starts walking towards the front door but glances back up the stairs; the shadow of teenage girl wearing some jeans and a black t-shirts with the sleeves ripped off that says, "Creek Nation Bitch", (the word "Creek" is prominently displayed by her modestly ample chest cavity); and a pair of black steel toe boots and her extremely dark brown hair cornrowed back in a bun adding more focus to her neck and turquoise earring studs.

"Carl?" the teenager questions.

As she emerges from the shadows of the stairway Carl stood momentarily frozen by how much his child competitor has grown; her rich mesa color skin tone and her voluminous sand-crystal eyes.

"Hey Nina… what's up?" Carl asks.

Nina oogles at Carl in his black dungarees and dark blue hoodie that turns his aqua-blue eyes in to a teenage girl tractor beam.

She coyly smiles at the young warrior in his blue and black Nike soldiers.

Years before she practically towered over him in height; now that she's standing in front of him at the bottom of the stairs, she knew it wouldn't be long before he could see the clear across the top of her head.

"What are you doing here" she asks.

"Oh, my dad and I are on some kind of road trip while the schools are closed back home, but I think he's dragging me along so I can witness his midlife crisis."

The two teens smile at one another and share a tiny laugh in a small unison over Carl's explanation.

It had been nearly seven years since the two of them saw one another. The last time they met they were adolescent rivals; sitting in the casino restaurant anxious to show up each other in front of their parents.

Now, they were teenagers and neither Carl nor Nina knew what to make of them meeting again.