He felt like he was falling, every muscle in his body flinching slightly as he suddenly became aware of the soft sheets that surrounded him.

Travis opened his eyes, adjusting to the sight of Ben sihlouetted against the morning light as his bed is closest to the window. He sat only a few feet away staring at his lap.

Travis would think Ben is sleepwalking if he couldn't hear the distinct sound of him picking at his nails.

"Ben?"

Ben flinched, bringing his hands down and looking over at Travis with wide eyes.

"Dude, it's just me." Travis shook his head, sitting up and bringing the blankets over his shoulders.

The two sat in silence as they both processed each other's presence, their eyes never met but they stared, taking in the moment knowing that they can breathe safe without the watchful eye of a masked person on them. A familiar action between the two.

"So." Ben broke the silence. "Did she come back?"

Travis nodded. "Do you know where she went? When she came back she wouldn't even talk to me."

"She said she was going to the city." Ben shrugged. "Was she hurt?"

He nodded again. "She had some weird bruises on her face, walked around as fast as she did when she first came back from the dairy, and she smelled awful."

Ben furrowed his brows. "What?"

"Like walkers, she smelled like walkers."

"Oh. Oh!" Ben straightened his back. "Kenny said that they can use their smell to get past them."

"You sound excited about that." Travis narrowed his eyes. "And what do you mean their smell?"

"Like, their guts. . . "

He dropped his shoulders, pausing in the moment as he thought of all the times he's been surrounded, the close calls, the times he wished he wasn't noticed. "That works?"

"I guess?"

The two continued the silence, Travis stood to get dressed and Ben followed his actions.

"So, did she have any supplies on her?" Ben said, sitting down hard on the bed as he struggled to put is socks on.

Travis rolled his eyes. "I wasn't taking inventory on her."

"You said she was hurt, right?"

"Ben-"

"Can you take this more seriously?"

Travis pulled his shirt over his head, lazily flopping down on his bed. "Fine, what do you want to do? Go around telling everybody?"

"No not everyone." Bed said, sitting down slowly. "Lilly would probably kick us out for letting Sharon leave, or for not telling her first."

"All's left is Kenny, Katjaa, or Lee." Travis said to the ceiling.

Ben shrugged. "I don't know, maybe Kenny?"

"Fine, go tell Kenny."

"Wait, me?" Ben looked to Travis expecting an explanation. "I'm not doing this alone."

"Why not?" Travis sat up. "I don't want to be a part of this."

Ben squinted his eyes. "You became a part of this when you let her back in without telling anybody. . ." His face fell, eyes wide as he backtracked his own words. "You didn't tell anybody, right?"

"Ugh, yes, I didn't say anything, and that's only because you asked me to." Travis rested his head on his hand, squishing his face in the process. "Why can't you do it alone?"

Ben looked away. "You know why."

"No, I don't." Travis said plainly.

Ben looked back to his friend only to look away as soon as he made eye contact, he begun to wring his hands. "Because- because Kenny makes me really nervous and, well, I-I thought he'd want to talk to you more than me."

Travis sat up straight. "Yes, because helping him kill Larry makes us good friends."

"Do you have any better ideas?'

Travis didn't skip a beat. "Yeah, we shut up and say nothing."

"And what if she's hurt?"

Travis stayed silent.

"What if she met the bandits out there?"

"Jesus, Ben."

The two stared at each other the same way they did earlier. They held no eye contact, only acknowledging the other's presence, this time they were wide awake with a dismayed expression.

They both thought back to their days of being held prisoner, seeing what the bandits would do to anyone who was unlucky enough to run in to them, remembering what it felt like to get tortured for looking at someone wrong.

Travis remembered over hearing a deal with a dairy nearby.

He knows the bandits had gotten to eat fresh meat but never recalled them talking about hunting for food.

"Fine." Travis muttered. "If you will shut up about this I'll go with you."

Ben smiled. "Thank you."

"Yeah, so- what do we just knock on the door?" Travis fixed his posture. "It's still early, I don't want to wake up their kid."

"We can wait outside the door." Ben suggested, looking up to meet Travis's dumbfounded face. "What?"

Travis swallowed his comment, gripping his Letterman jacket. "Nothing, let's just get this over with."

Katjaa stepped out of the bathroom, solemnly staring at the sleeping figures under the sheets. She watched Kenny's chest rise and fall slowly and Duck following his movements.

Something is missing, someone is missing.

With a heavy sigh Katjaa walked around the bed, looking through the shades she noted that nothing looked out of the ordinary. Of course it wouldn't, she thought. Looking closer she spotted a shadow leaning just on the edge of the window.

She looked back to Kenny and Duck, watching them breath for a few more moments before opening the door.

Whatever conversation Travis and Ben were having died when the door opened, both pushing themselves away from the wall as she emerged.

"Oh, hey Katjaa." Ben nervously wrung his hands. "Is Kenny awake?"

"No, he's still sleeping." She looked between the two teens. "You two were on watch last night, correct?"

"Yeah, we want to talk to Kenny about. . ." Ben hesitated.

"Actually, I'd rather talk to Kat about this." Travis whispered through his teeth. "He would probably get pissed."

Katjaa looked away, hearing the words in her head before the two had a chance to say anything. Seeing her posture slump and eyes sweep the parking lot made Travis debate if he should tell her, then thought about Kenny's reaction and continued.

"So. . ."

Katjaa looked back up at them.

"Last night, when I was keeping watch. . ." Ben said. "Sharon left."

Katjaa crossed her arms, as if to hold on to herself.

"She said she was going to leave, but she came back."

"What?" She dropped her arms. "You mean- she is still here?"

"She came back last night during my shift. We were hoping you or Kenny would talk to her, or something. She doesn't want to talk to us."

Travis nodded. "She really didn't want us saying anything, but I think she got hurt while she was out there."

Katjaa took a breath, removing the shocked expression from her face. "Thank you for letting me know."

The teens expected Katjaa to return back inside, watching as she passed the door and continued to the stairs.

They looked to each other, both in silence as they processed what just happened.

"Travis, did she seem. . ."

Travis sighed. "I'm gonna lay down."

The light knock was followed with the door cracking open.

"Hey." Katjaa said. "Are you awake?"

"Yeah, I'm right here."

Sharon set down the wet cloth she was using to cool her aching cheek bruises and locked eyes with with the older woman.

Katjaa stepped inside, as she had her back turned to close the door Sharon quickly adjusted the blanket she had thrown over her bag and sat directly in front of it, hoping it would only look like her bed was messy.

Katjaa turned back around and stopped two feet away from the bed. She couldn't help but stare at the blue bruises that littered Sharon's exposed skin and her mangled unclean hair. "Can I ask you about last night?"

Sharon slumped, biting at her lip.

"You left. . . and I just let you."

Sharon sat straight up. "What?"

"I knew you were planning on leaving, it was so obvious." Katjaa held her arms close. "I didn't ask you why."

"So why didn't you stop me?"

"I know you aren't happy here." Kat dropped her arms. "Even Kenny knows it, but he won't admit it. I figured if leaving is what you really wanted then I shouldn't stop you."

Sharon pressed her lips together and nodded.

"But. . . You came back." Katjaa looked closer at the bruises, Sharon turned her head. "Why are you hurt? What happened out there?"

"I'm fine-" Sharon cut herself off, shivering in the spot. Her arms felt glued to her sides, pleading with her body to stop shaking and her eyes not to spill over.

Three months of bottled up grief and fear shattered in a moment, her face crumbled as she tried to hold in heavy sobs.

The bed dipped as Katjaa sat by the crying young woman with a supportive hand on her shoulder.

Even while crying Sharon tried to hold back, holding her breath between sobs until her lungs forced out the air, trying so hard to be quiet and calm. It wasn't until Katjaa pulled Sharon close did she finally let go.

The guilt of putting Katjaa in this situation hurt Sharon more than her lungs.

The caring strokes on her back and fingers brushing her hair calmed Sharon's breathing, she still wept though stayed silent.

"I'm sorry, I'm so dumb, I shouldn't have left-"

Katjaa hushed her, fearing the shivering young woman would start hyperventilating again.

"I thought I could make it on my own." Sharon whimpered. "I can handle walkers but I couldn't handle being alone."

Katjaa closed her eyes.

"And it doesn't help that I. . ." Sharon paused, feeling her heart ache at the thought of telling Katjaa. "Never mind."

"What is it?"

"You'll think I'm crazy."

"No, I won't." Katjaa pulled her away, making sure Sharon saw the sincere look. "Sharon, I'm here for you, I want to help."

Sharon sighed, feeling Katjaa's hand squeeze her shoulder. "But I don't know how you can." She looked away. "I- sometimes, when I'm alone, I-I feel like I'm not really there."

Seeing Katjaa's head turn in the corner of her eyes made her sigh again.

"It's hard to explain."

Katjaa stayed silent, lightly squeezing Sharon's shoulder as if to say, "go on."

"Remember when the St. John's first gave me morphine and I wasn't able to understand anyone- or talk back? It's-It's like that but I can understand everything, sometimes." She shook her head. "It's different every time."

"How so?"

"Well- sometimes it's just a feeling I get, or everything will feel numb and I can't move, or sometimes everything around me just disappears, sometimes it's like I'm watching myself outside my own body." She took a shaky breath to stop herself from rambling. "It's so confusing."

Katjaa held her tongue, hesitating. "Does this happen often?"

"No- well, every other day. It happens mostly when I'm alone, like when I'm on night watch or when I go to bed. . . and when I left."

Katjaa opened her mouth and couldn't find the right words. "I. . . I'm sorry. I don't know what to say."

Sharon nodded. "I don't expect you to."

"Did- Did this happen to you. . . before the outbreak?"

She nodded again. "Yeah, a few times, I could have counted it on my fingers. It would happen months apart so I never thought it was something to worry about, and it wasn't so. . . scary."

"Was this happening to you when. . . when we first found you?"

Sharon blinked. "Sort of, I don't remember much. I remember the fire and then walking. . ."

Katjaa nodded. "It's okay, you don't have to talk about before."

"Thank you."

The two sat in silence, Sharon carefully took deep breaths and Katjaa hushed her when she would try to apologize.

Kat dropped her arm and gave Sharon some space, not knowing if she wanted her to be further or closer.

When Sharon could take a deep breath without worrying the water works would return, Katjaa spoke. "What now?"

"I don't know." Sharon shrugged. "I don't think I can go on my own anymore, someone would have to come with me."

Katjaa didn't want to state the obvious: No one would willingly leave this place just in search for Lisa.

"So unless someone gets kicked out or we have to leave that direction. . ."

"You're staying." Katjaa finished.

She nodded. "You wont have to worry about me sneaking off in the night."

Kat wasn't so sure about that, again she stayed silent.

"You should probably go. Kenny wakes up around this time, right?

Kat nodded. "Before I go, is there anything I can do?"

Sharon looked down.

"You said those 'episodes' happen when you are alone." Sharon knew where this was going. "We can move you to a different room, mine has room for a spare bed."

"I appreciate the offer." Sharon smiled weakly. "I'm fine, I would just get in the way."

"I insist."

"No, really. It doesn't happen every night, and- well being in here is the only time I can get privacy."

"Okay." Katjaa dropped the subject, standing up and looking to the door. "Are you hurt at all? Do you need me to help you with anything?"

"No." At the thought her bruises ached. "Nothing serious, I. . . I fell down some stairs, but I'm okay."

Kat wanted to say more on the subject, she understood that Sharon wants to be alone now so she dropped it. "Is there anything else you'd like to tell me? While I'm here."

Her tone suggested that she knows something and Sharon could only think about what Ben said. "I was sneaking out supplies. . . to the bandits."

"Sharon?"

"No. That's everything, for now."

Sharon waited until the door shut to move, quickly throwing the blanket off the backpack and re-organizing the supplies on the bed, thankful that Katjaa hadn't sat on any of the bottles.

She wrote down inventory and stored everything back in the bag, hiding it under the bed once she was finished.

Once she sat down her hands flew to head head, staring at the ground as everything finally sunk in.

Katjaa knows she left the inn.

She knew.

But how? Katwasn't surprised when she opened the door, she acted as if she knew Sharon would be there.

Someone told her.

Sharon sprung to her feet and looked through the shades, watching as Lilly surveyed the road from atop the RV.

Would Lilly have sent Katjaa?

No one approached the door, Lilly didn't even look too upset from this point of view. It was a good sign that she wasn't trying to bust down the door.

It has to be Ben and Travis.

Sharon flinched when Lilly whipped her head to face her, standing in the doorway frozen as the woman stared from several yards away. Sharon could see her clearly in the early morning sun and she was sure Lilly could see her clearly too.

She relaxed when Lilly finally looked away, heart no longer beating out of her chest as all eyes left her. Suddenly going back inside felt more appealing than confronting Ben and Travis.

Clem peered around the corner and looked curiously at Sharon, who looked exhausted with her slouched frame, darting eyes, and unfamiliar bruises.

"Sharon?"

The soft voice made her heart jump then warm once she realized who it was.

"Are you okay?"

Sharon stood straight when she found the source of the voice, smiling as Clementine neared.

"I saw Lilly looking over here, is she mad at you?"

"I-" Sharon pursed her lips, hoping that Lilly is just upset at everyone today and not just her. "I don't know, I haven't done anything wrong- that I know of."

"Oh, do you think it's about Travis?"

"Travis?"

"I woke up last night and they were arguing."

Sharon glanced over to Lilly, fully expecting her to be aiming her rifle at Sharon's head. She hadn't moved from her previous position; one leg crossed looking directly at the woods, with a hint of anger.

Clem noticed this and took a step toward Sharon. "Um, if it makes you feel better, I don't think it was about you." She wrung her hands together. "And I made you a new drawing!"

Sharon wanted to pursue what Clementine meant by her first sentence, then decided to drop the subject. "Another drawing?"

"Yeah, it's downstairs, come on!"

Sharon wanted to go back inside as Lilly glanced back over to her, Clem looked between the two and grabbed Sharons hand, physically pulling her away from Lilly's eyes.

Clementine patiently led Sharon down the stairs, knowing better than to rush someone who's injured. As they reached the pallet of wood Clem has been using to draw on the two sat down, looking at the papers she had stored under it.

The top page is the one Clementine wanted to show her. "Look, it's you!" She cheerfully handed it to Sharon, pointing out the blue pajamas with the occasional red dot to signify the hearts and blank white spots where the unicorns should be. Clem even drew her new hair style. In her left hand was the cane, suddenly remembering that she should have brought it with her.

Sharon felt flattered that Clem would put this much detail on the drawing, then thought back to last night. If she followed through with her plans then Clem would have this and she would be gone.

"Thank you, Clementine, I love it." Sharon folded up the drawing and slid it carefully in to her pocket, where it would be safe. "What are you working on now?"

Clem reached under the pallet and grabbed the page, holding it horizontally. Twelve figures holding hands standing side by side. A group picture, two figures that are no longer with them.

Sharon smiled for her but all she could see is Larry's corpse hidden behind the meat locker, blood and brain matter scattered around him;

Lilly unhinged screaming at people, her fathers blood still wet on her shirt;

Mark legless in the upstairs bathroom, staring at her as he struggled to breath his final breaths;

Hearing Carley cry every other night as she's plagued with nightmares, confiding in each other on bad nights when the memories wouldn't stop;

Lee struggling to keep the peace while trying to care for a little girl;

Clementine being ripped from her arms and locked behind a large metal door,

Herself smiling even though everything hurts, knowing she could be another missing face;

Ben having anxiety attacks that Travis can't pull him out of, the look on his face when he knew they had to leave his teacher behind;

Travis as he cried after what happened in the meat locker, scared as he tried to grab Mark's gun to protect Mr. Parker;

Katjaa with Brenda's gun against her head and gripped in her hair, begging that Brenda let her go;

Duck asking his mom what kind of meat was on his plate, how silent he was on the walk back from the farm;

Then finally Kenny, a fresh bullet wound in his side holding his family close, constantly arguing with Lilly for their sake, and hers.

Sharon looked to the dead bodies with smiling face and smiled back. "It looks amazing."

Clementine beamed. "Thanks, I'm working really hard on it." She set the drawing with the others, her smile suddenly gone as Sharon looked away. "Um, can I ask you. . . "

Sharon turned back. "What's wrong?"

"What happened to your face?"

"Oh." Sharon held her cold fingers to the warm spot on her face. "I was hoping I could find some makeup to cover it up, I didn't want anyone to see it."

"Why not? If you're hurt you should tell someone, right?"

"Well- yeah, Katjaa knows." Sharon hesitated, staring at the confused little girl who sat in front of her. "I. . . I'm embarrassed, I got it doing something really dumb and I don't want anyone to know about it."

"Oh, I do that all the time." Clem nodded.

"You do?"

It's Clementine's turn to hesitate, thinking about what she just admitted. "Yeah, at the Dairy. . . There was a thing called a salt-lick, so I licked it, but didn't want anyone to know so I pretended I didn't. It's like that, right?"

There was a pause. "You licked the salt lick."

Clem brought her lips together in a pout.

Sharon smirked. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone as long as you don't tell anyone about this." She pointed to the bruise.

Clementine nodded, holding out her pinky finger. "Okay, deal." Sharon obliged, the two pinky swore that the salt-lick and bruises will be a secret. "And if you do find make-up, can you let me know? I wanna try."

Sharon shook their pinkie's again. "I promise." She let go and stood, again wishing she had brought the cane from her room. "I have to go before anyone else wakes up and see's me, I'll talk to you later, alright?"

"Okay, bye Sharon!"

Once Clementine returned to drawing Sharon moved away, counting the doors she passed to get to Ben and Travis's room, all the way on the other side of the inn. She passed Lilly's room, then Kenny's, then Larry's old room which Lilly insisted they leave alone, and then Mark's old room where Travis and Ben stayed.

She glanced back to the deck where Sharon had let them stay the first night, not knowing that Lee and Carley both wanted nobody to be there. They claimed it was the rotted deck, though later Carley came to Sharon one nightmare filled night and told her all about the woman behind the door who collapsed the deck as they struggled for a gun, and then as the woman shot herself.

So they moved to this room.

Leaning close to the door Sharon could hear light conversation inside between the two. The room went silent after she knocked. The door swung open and she came face to face with Ben, Travis stared at her from his bed and crossed his arms.

Ben stepped aside to let her in, closing the door behind and returning to his spot on his bed, Sharon joined him on the opposite end.

"I'm sorry." Ben muttered.

Travis rolled his eyes. "Ben, we talked about-"

"We told Katjaa you left." Ben said. "I'm sorry, when Travis said you were hurt I was scared you got bit or something worse."

Travis shook his head at Ben. "We were going to tell Kenny but Kat was right there."

Sharon eyed Travis. "You were going to tell Kenny?"

"Who else were we going to tell? Lilly?"

Sharon shut her mouth.

"Where did you go last night? When Lee and Kenny leave they don't look half as messed up as you did."

"How did you get hurt? Why did you come back?"

"Can I get one question at a time, please?" Sharon shook her head, surprised at how fast her short hair flung side to side. "I was planning on leaving a long time ago, I figured since you guys are doing so well in the group that I-"

"Speak for yourself." Travis raised his voice. "Do you have any idea how much Lilly hates me?"

Sharon paused. "Okay then, you aren't at risk of being kicked out. Trust me." She continued before Travis could interrupt her again. "I was going to go to Savannah, I had to get supplies first."

"What's in Savannah?" Ben asked.

"A friend." Sharon stopped herself from saying too much. "I got those supplies from the. . ." She whispered. "The farm."

"The. . . what?" Travis hesitated, hoping he wasn't hearing right.

"I-I. . . I went back to the farm."

"The farm?" Travis uncrossed his arms. "Are you crazy? Why the hell-"

"Travis." Ben hushed.

"I know-I know, it's stupid." She shut her eyes tight. "They had a lot of supplies left, I figured it's better I have it than the walkers or worse the bandits." Silence. "I got a crossbow, medicine, clothes, ammo, food, tools- anything I could find that I could use aside from a gun."

Sharon could have swore they had left while she was talking if it wasn't for Ben's fidgeting shaking the bed.

"So you were going to leave without telling anyone?" Travis said.

"Every time I did they stopped me or would convince me to stay."

"We aren't everyone else." Travis nearly yelled. It wasn't until he made eye contact that she regretted not telling them before. "Do you think I want to stay here? I fucking murdered someone and all Kenny can do is pat me on the back and pretend like it was the right thing, Lilly has it out for me every day, and every time I'm given a ration the kids look at me like I'm supposed to give it to them!"

Sharon opened up her eyes.

Travis stared at the ground with his hand stuffed in his jacket pockets, face red with his eyes squinted.

"Travis, I-"

A gunshot brought the room to the ground.

"WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!"