When Daryl woke up after a few hours of rest, he found his mind occupied by everything that had happened in the dead of night.

"I'm not letting you go ever again, Daryl Dixon."

Her words ran through his head, and he smiled.

There had been a thousand things he wanted to say to her in that moment, but he had no idea how to say them. He wanted to tell her he'd never leave again, wanted to tell her he'd never let her go either, tell her just how much he missed her, just how much he—

And then she told him not to move. He didn't dare breathe when she leaned up and laid her lips against his. He forced himself not to move, not to touch her, afraid he'd scare her off.

"It's okay," she had whispered, and he didn't think.

She had felt so warm in his arms, his heart pounding in his chest. He hadn't thought, he just pulled her to him and kissed her, ignoring the fear of her pushing him away. And he had thought for a moment that she would. But then she kissed him back. Deep and desperate, clinging to him like he was the only thing anchoring her to the Earth.

Daryl shook his head and rose from his bunk. He pulled on his vest and made his way to the common area, his boots echoing through the quiet cell block. He found Carl, Carol, Maggie, and Michonne scattered around the room, some eating breakfast, others prepping weapons.

He dished himself a bowl of noodles and leaned against the wall. He was starting to hate noodles.

Scanning the faces around him, he noticed a distinct lack of Rick, Glenn, Merle, Anna, and Marley. Daryl did a mental check of where everyone was supposed to be. If he remembered correctly, Anna and Merle were supposed to be on watch. He assumed Glenn and Rick were off trying to clear the tombs, and he didn't quite care what Marley was doing.

Daryl didn't like her. Something about her had seemed off when they first met - however briefly - and it didn't help that she had so callously revealed the truth about Anna's winter, clearly searching for some sort of vindication.

Even still, Daryl had been surprised at the way Marley had tried to make it out to be Anna's fault. This woman was nothing like what Anna had described, and he wondered how Anna had ever been friends with her. Whatever happened with The Governor, he hoped Marley would go back to Fort Benning - so long as Anna stayed at the prison.

Carol stepped over to him and bumped his arm with her shoulder.

"You and Anna got in pretty late last night," she commented, a coy smile playing at her lips. "Do we need to have a talk?"

Daryl scoffed at her, finishing off his breakfast and dumping the bowl in a bin filled with dishes waiting to be cleaned. He shook his head, wiping his hands on his jeans, and turned back to his friend as she pursed her lips at him.

"Do you think Marley will leave?" Carol asked. "After their fight… do you think Anna would go with her?"

The two began to walk back down the cell block.

Daryl had considered that. The fear of Anna disappearing again had everything to do with his refusal to allow her to go to Fort Benning. But he couldn't imagine Anna leaving with Marley after their fight. Marley had said she was done with Anna, and Anna had seemed content with that decision.

"I'm done with you." That wording had bothered him. As if Anna had outlived her usefulness to Marley.

Daryl shook his head. "Don't see that happenin'."

"You went with Merle," Carol countered, leveling him with a pointed look.

"That's different. Merle's family."

Carol sighed. "And Marley's the last thing connecting Anna to life before the dead started walking around." Carol paused at the foot of the stairs. "What if Anna's not as willing to give that up as we think she is?"

Anna breathed deeply as she opened her eyes to see trees rushing past. She stretched her limbs as far as she could in the cramped car before she twisted in her seat to crack her back.

"How long have we been driving?" Anna asked, craning her neck to see the position of the sun.

"A few hours - we'll need to stop for gas," Marley explained, reaching up to tap the fuel gauge. They were running on fumes by the looks of it.

In the distance, Anna could see a couple of cars lining either side of the road, and her mind immediately went to The Governor. There was a chance those cars belonged to Woodbury.

"Any chance we've been spotted?"

Marley shook her head.

"It would've been easier to keep track of our surroundings if you were awake." Anna closed her eyes, trying to hold back her irritation. "Why were you up so late?"

"I had something I needed to take care of."

"I don't think making out with your boyfriend should be so high on your priorities," Marley said, her hands tightening around the wheel.

Anna rolled her eyes. "It was risky coming out here with The Governor on the roads. I wanted the chance to say goodbye." Marley's flinch did not go unnoticed, and Anna knew immediately what had bothered her companion.

"Sorry," Anna muttered, leaning against her door.

"No… I get it. Better than most, probably," Marley sighed.

Anna nodded slowly. "I think everyone has someone they wished they had a chance to say goodbye to."

Anna kept her eyes trained on their surroundings, her body tense, as Marley pulled the car to the side of the road behind a dusty blue Chevy hatchback. Silently, the two exited their car, Marley rounding to the trunk to retrieve the gas canister and hose, while Anna pulled one of the rifles from the back seat.

Checking the clip, Anna flipped off the safety and followed Marley to the hatchback. They took what they could before they moved to the other side of the road to a beat-up tan Pinto. Anna scanned the perimeter.

"I don't think I ever really forgave you for Val," Marley commented, crouched next to the Pinto.

Anna clenched her jaw. She didn't want to talk about the problems in their relationship. As far as Anna was concerned, they were done. There was nothing to say.

"I was just so angry. I think that may have contributed to… everything I did." Marley pulled the hose from the gas tank and stood, canister in hand. "Got what I could."

Anna nodded and led the way back to their car, her face hard. Marley filled their tank with what they had gathered.

"We should take a look in these cars, see if there's anything worth keeping."

Anna shook her head. "Waste of time. We need to get moving."

Marley huffed but assented, climbing into the driver's seat. Anna cast another glance around them before she slid into the passenger seat. Without much further ado, they continued down the road.

Daryl jogged up the stairs, headed for the guard tower where Anna seemed to favor taking watch. It was the best place to get a clear view of the entire backside of the prison. It was also where she had killed that Woodbury soldier.

After everything what happened, Daryl was more than a little confused and angry when she had insisted on burying the man. But then she explained why. He had been a person, convinced to be there, to try and kill them, because he had the misfortune of knowing the Governor. That it could have just as easily been her.

That was when Daryl learned that she had fought alongside Merle when they had first attacked Woodbury. It didn't take him long to start assuming he had been the one to shoot her in the arm, and she didn't exactly deny it.

He shook his head. That was in the past. She was with them now and despite everyone's protests, she buried the Woodbury soldier.

Daryl was sure to make his presence known as he rounded the corner, unwilling to have a gun aimed at him today. But it wasn't Anna standing post.

Glenn stared back at him, an eyebrow raised in confusion.

"Uh… hey."

"Wasn't Anna supposed to be out here?" Daryl asked, looking around the tower as if Anna would suddenly appear.

"I don't know." Glenn shrugged, adjusting the rifle in his hands. "Rick woke me up for watch."

Daryl furrowed his brow. Had he been wrong about the watch schedule? Anna always took watch at about noon and didn't leave her post until dinner was ready.

"You see her?"

Glenn shook his head.

"Nah, man. Not since yesterday. Maybe she's in her cell?" He offered, leaning against the railing, his face concerned.

Daryl nodded and turned on his heel. It wasn't likely that Anna had gone unseen by anyone since last night. The most logical explanation was that she was still in her cell. He liked to think Rick wouldn't have taken her into the tombs as his only back up.

"Tell her she's taking my shift!" Glenn called behind him.

The road was relatively clear. Once they passed over 85, taking 27 South, the uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach faded. It would have been stupid to believe The Governor hadn't sent someone to follow them; they just hoped the possible tail would give up at the Interstate.

Now, they were rolling through Moreland, their tank on empty again. Marley pulled to the side of the street and turned the engine off with a heavy sigh.

"Good a time as any to stop for lunch," Marley suggested, pushing the driver side door open.

Anna followed suit and went to pull the gas canister and her rifle from the backseat.

"I'll get fuel, you can go ahead and eat," she said, striding off, effectively cutting off any argument. She heard the sound of footsteps following close behind her. "I said to eat."

"You need someone watching your back," Marley insisted, pulling the rifle from Anna's grasp.

Anna huffed, but continued walking towards a grouping of assorted vehicles that looked as though they hadn't been moved since the day before the world ended. She made quick work of siphoning the gas - careful to avoid any vehicles that took diesel - and filled their tank to the brim.

"We should conserve our rations in case something happens," Anna commented, fishing around in her bag for the can of beans she'd packed along with a can opener. "We'll split my beans."

They leaned against the hood of their car as they passed the can back and forth between them, eating silently.

Anna breathed deeply, clearing her mind, pointedly keeping her eyes away from the Northern side of the town. She didn't think she'd ever be back in Moreland.

"You can have the rest," she said through a mouthful of beans as she wiped her hands against her jeans.

"You sure?" Marley asked, accepting the offered can. There wasn't much left, each having taken at least half of the ration. Marley scooped the rest of the food into her mouth and tossed the can in a random direction. "Do you remember when we went camping?"

Anna pursed her lips. "I wouldn't exactly call it camping. We pitched a tent on the roof of our apartment building."

"Yeah." Marley laughed. "And then it rained. Poured, really. And we got soaked." She shook her head. "So we— we gathered all our bed sheets and blankets and built a fort in the living room."

Anna shook her head, fighting against the smile that was twitching at the corner of her lips.

"We should get going," Anna muttered, her voice low as she pushed off the car.

"There's something I need to do first," Marley whispered.

Anna looked to Marley. She knew this was a rare opportunity, and it would be cruel to deny Marley the chance to say goodbye.

"Are you sure you want to see him like that?" She called gently as Marley started to head off. "Don't you think it would be better to remember him as he was?"

Marley paused, her shoulders tense.

"My last memory of him is running away while he was torn apart. I'd rather know that he didn't become one of those things."

Anna nodded, though Marley wasn't looking at her, and watched as her companion made her way down the street and entered the fourth store on the right.

Thirty minutes later, Marley reappeared, her face red and streaked with tears. They didn't say anything to each other as they climbed into the car and drove off, the town of Moreland shrinking in their rear view mirror.