Andrea was tending to Phillip's bruises, when he suddenly pushed her hand away and sat up on his cot.
"What? What is it?" she asked. But Phillip began frowning heavily. How could he have missed it? Last night when Michonne and himself were making love, her body had seemed different, as was her response to him. But his mind's eye, was still thinking about his wife's body. What had been different?
The scar! The scar that Michonne had received from Lizzie, when she caused Rick to lose his eye! Lizzie had attacked Michonne as well and left her with a scar on her chest, that had made his wife very self conscious during intimacy with him.
It had not been there last night! Phillip was sure of it! Or maybe he wasn't so sure. Maybe he had imagined it was gone?
"Phillip?" Andrea asked again. "What's going on? What's wrong?"
"Where's Michonne? Why isn't she here with me?"
Andrea slammed the cloth she had been using to bathe is wounds, down on to the floor!
"She's gone! She went with her ex boyfriend to bring back barbecue and more mouths to feed!"
"She was allowed to go alone?"
"Darryl and Merle were too busy beating you up to be bothered. Oh and you shot Rick. Plus Michonne insisted on going alone. Doesn't that tell you anything?"
"Andrea," Phillip said tiredly, "I'm tired of your insinuations about my wife. She does not remember Gareth so the idea of her running of with him is stupid."
"But possible. It's also possible she's lying about not remembering him." Andrea huffed.
Lizzie suddenly came running in looking excited!
"Michonne is back with the barbecue! And she's changed clothes and done something else with her hair! Maybe she brought other clothes too!" Lizzie exclaimed, hopping around.
Andrea moved closer to the child with her arms folded.
"What do you mean she's changed her hair and clothes? When did she do that? Why would she do that?"
Lizzie shrugged.
"I don't know but there's barbecued chicken fingers! Do you want me to bring you some here, Daddy?"
"No honey. I'm coming outside with everyone else." Phillip said firmly. He walked to the cell door and glanced to his left. He could hear Rick coughing in his cell. Good!
Meanwhile, Gareth and Monet handed the containers of 'barbecue' to Glenn, Maggie, Beth, Carol and a few others. Monet could see they were confused by her markedly different appearance, and felt she needed to say something.
"I just combed out the braids...Gareth's mother had a nice comb and there were clothes there."
Maggie eyed her while holding a container.
"Do you have the clothes with you? And where is the bus full of people you all were supposed to bring back."
"Yeah," Glenn noted, "is that where Merle is?"
Gareth gave Monet a look and they both looked behind them. Only Darryl got out of his car and walked up to them.
"My brother thought he'd stay behind and help the 'others'." he said pointedly. Carol walked over to him coolly, before she and Darryl moved out of earshot.
"What is going on? Since when does Michonne care about fashion?" Carol asked.
"Since never. I don't know what the fuck is going on, but Merle stayed behind to find out. We found these two alone driving back here with no extra people either. I'm headed back to see if Merle needs a hand."
But Gareth eyed the two of them and pulled Monet away from Maggie and Glenn, who were staring at Monet warily.
"Okay," Gareth whispered, "Merle stayed behind to go to our camp. It's only a matter of time before he finds my mother and the people we captured."
"Your mother is handy with a gun," Monet whispered, "I'm sure 'Merle' won't be coming back. By the way, which one was he?"
"The ugly one." Gareth whispered.
"Which would make him which one?" Monet whispered back.
"Never mind that! Your' 'husband' is walking towards us now." Gareth warned.
"This fine hunk of man is Michonne's husband! He's a lot better than I would've thought she could get." Monet smiled, taking in Phillip from head to toe.
"Hey! Don't get too cozy. Our time here is limited no thanks to the 'Deliverance Brother's, okay?" Gareth said.
"Like I said, don't underestimate your mother. The 'Deliverance Brothers' are the ones that could be in trouble." Monet finished whispering, as Phillip stood in front of her.
"Michonne, honey, what have you done to your hair?"
Monet fluttered her eyelashes at him and Gareth wanted to slap his forehead! She was blowing the Michonne thing big time!
"Gareth's people had fresh clothing and I decided I wanted to do something different." Monet said, now looking at him hard.
"Uh, what happened to your face?" she asked, not caring if 'Michonne' was supposed to know that or not.
Andrea stepped into view. Something was very off! First of all, she was no fool. Michonne's hair wouldn't look like that if she had 'combed out' the braids she had worn. Secondly, now Michonne sounded funny. Andrea didn't quite know how to describe it except to say she sounded preppy or something.
"Where are the other people you were supposed to be bringing?" Andrea asked, making a show of looking around Gareth.
"Merle is helping them." Gareth said loudly, half looking over at Darryl and Carol. Phillip reached for 'Michonne's' arm.
"We need to talk. In private." he said in a no nonsense tone. He planned to ask her to remove what she was wearing so he could see for himself that that scar was not there.
"Uh, okay. Lead the way." Monet smiled at him. Phillip slipped a hard arm around her waist and marched her back inside of the prison. Andrea watched their backs, unhappily, before turning to Gareth again.
"What kind of game are you and Michonne playing this time? What is she pretending to have a personality disorder now or something?"
Gareth eyed her. Andrea was going to be the first to die here. That he was more than sure of. But what kind of meal could she be disguised as?
"I'd love to answer that question, Annie but..."
"It's Andrea. And I'll be watching both of you." she said quietly before walking off. Gareth refrained from smirking! Not very damned likely!
He looked at Maggie and Glenn and walked over to them.
"Hey, how about showing me the kitchen facilities. I'll need a place to work if I want to present this spread."
"Sure," Maggie said, "but Glenn and I will help."
"Naw, that's not necessary." Gareth begged off. Glenn raised a brow.
"Are you sure? This is an awful lot here."
"Hey, I'm the new tenant. Plus I have to make sure I have enough to continue paying rent with...so you have a freezer then?"
"Yes, a nice walk in but it doesn't work really." Glenn told him.
"Well you let me worry about that, okay?" Gareth told them both and picked up a container to carry off to his new work station. That walk in whatever, would serve as a good storage area for Andrea's body and everyone else's, as they were slowly picked off, one by one.
Michonne stopped dead in her tracks.
She had not found the prison.
She had found Terminus. The original butcher palace. She squinted as she stood outside of the fence. There were people there! Gareth must have lied about their being killed or...
Michonne turned quickly and decapitated three walkers, before looking back through the fence. One of the men she could see, even at this great distance, looked oddly familiar.
She saw him with a young boy and suddenly it clicked for her. Where she had seen the man before. He had been Rick's friend in the other reality. His name was Morgan.
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