It had been such a difficult couple of days for Leah Stein. The bereaved ex-mother lay languishing in the far end security room, attempting to reflect upon the loss of her only child, her poor infant daughter. During her treacherous trek to the Security Room, perched on the back of that gentle giant photojournalist, Leah thought to herself, I should have done this with Grace...should have set her upon my back somehow, stolen some kind of sack from Sportrance or some other similar goods outlet and carried her on my back, like a papoose. It would have been better than the fate she received, and certainly did not deserve.

Leah gazed around in a daze, the word "Grace" repeating in her head ad infinitum. Everything she saw and heard became translated to her as Grace.

"I can't grasp why we're just standing around here, waiting for the helicopter when we could be escaping," Kindell Johnson muttered in a corner to Rich Atkins. "I just can't grasp why."

(I can't GRACE why we're just standing around here...I just can't GRACE why)

She had to get her mind off of her daughter, somehow. From her prostrate position on the security room floor she looked up at the others. She saw Josh Manning adjusting his glasses, staring out into space as if trying to find a solution to the zombie problem all on his own. She saw Gil Jimenez adjusting his belt, trying in vain to cover up wine stains that would never be effaced from his clothing. She saw two men talking. That older guy, Jeff, and the frightened one, Gordon. Hmm, she said to herself, that's funny. Jeff and Gordon. Jeff/Gordon. Like the NASCAR driver. Like the race car driver.

(JeffGordonRaceCar)

(GordonRace)

(GorRace)

(GRACE)

"GRAAAAACE!" Leah bellowed, abruptly standing up. All of the bickering and arguing in the four survivor rooms came to a decisive halt. She leered at Gordon, then gazed at him lovingly.

(He has a smooth, bald head on his shoulders...just like my baby...just like my Grace...)

(GRACE)

"My baby!" she shrieked, as she wrenched hold of Gordon's shoulders, then ran a hand along his hairless scalp, then did it again, and again and again.

It was all Gordon could do to try and shake her off. "WHAT are we doing here?!" he groaned as he attempted to wrest himself from Leah's clinging grip.

At last Leah was seized from behind by Barbara Patterson. The massive woman's meaty arms yanked Leah's own limbs from Gordon's petrified frame, and spun the ex-mother's body around to face her. Leah looked deep into a weathered, simian face that spoke volumes, along the lines of "I just spent several hours in the empty room of a hardware saloon, lady, waiting to be macheted by a Vietnam veteran. Don't test me."

As Leah continued to stare into Barbara's eyes, Otis burst in, knocking Natalie Meyer onto her prodigious derriere. "Jessie just wanted to inform you guys, she couldn't get through to DHS HQ, so we might not yet be out of the woods yet till 12:00pm tomorrow when Frank's chopper comes hopefully. The federal government...what a disGRACE."

Leah finally passed out.