The bullet-pierced sign for Dead End Winery comes into view. "Our vineyard is just a few miles beyond this one," Carol tells Jerry, Dianne, and Henry. "There were already people living here. They don't take newcomers on their land, but they will trade with us."

"Do they have anything worth trading for?" Jerry asks.

Carol laughs. "Plenty. In fact," she leans between the front seats, "since we have the folic acid for Javier's niece, and we're already here, maybe we should turn in?"

Daryl is slightly past the entrance road to Dead End now. He slows the truck, throws it into reverse, and backs up a few yards before turning onto the dirt road. He stops well before the stop sign this time and looks with wide-eyes through the windshield.

There, halfway over the hidden spikes, with both of its front tires blown out, sits the blood bus. Elijah kneels on the dirt road with his hands at the back of his head. Javier and Mason both have their rifles trained on him, and three more men form a half circle around the young man. Each of those men pumps a shotgun to chamber a round, and then they point their loaded guns straight at Elijah.

Daryl slams open the door of the truck and leaps down. Waving his arms and shouting, he runs forward. "Don't shoot!" he cries. "Don't shoot! He's one of ours!"

[*]

Michonne looks up from the radio to see Enid standing in the open door of the library.

"Did you say Elijah?" Enid asks.

"Mason just radioed that someone named Elijah has crossed their – "

Enid runs across the library floor and lunges for the radio. She jams the button down. "Wait!" she cries. "Wait! Don't shoot him! Wait! I know him! Wait! Please wait!"

When she lets go of the button, there's silence on the radio, so Enid repeats her plea again.

And again.

Three times.

Finally, Mason's voice comes back on: "Well, now, as luck would have it, your friends Mr. and Mrs. Dixon just stopped by, and they've informed me of the situation. Young Elijah is just fine. I'll be sending him your way shortly. Over and out."

[*]

The Dead Enders have lowered their weapons. Dianne and Carol are out of the truck and at the stop sign now, though Jerry remains inside the vehicle with Henry.

"Go check that bus, Javier," Mason says.

When Javier jogs over to the blood bus, Elijah, who is now standing up, runs his hand nervously over his mouth. "Uh…" He looks anxiously at the bus but falls silent when Javier disappears inside.

Mason tips his hat to Dianne. "Ma'am, that's an intriguing longbow you've got there. Do you find it useful?"

She looks Mason over warily. "I've killed with it," she says matter-of-factly. "Man and animal. And it's easier to make arrows than bullets."

"Is it?"

Dianne eyes him coolly. "I think so."

"I've got about 2,000 rounds of ammunition for this rifle. How many arrows have you got?"

"Enough," she answers.

Javier jumps out of the back of the bus. "There's a live woman in there," he growls as he unshoulders his rifle and marches forward. "She looks beat up. And she's unconscious." He points his rifle at Elijah and rests his finger just above the trigger. "He's a wolf in sheep's clothing. He's like those refugees who rose up against us in the night. Murdered our brothers to rape their wives."

The other three Dead End men point their shotguns at Elijah again, who throws up his hands. Mason holds up a hand and gestures for them to lower their guns, which they don't. "Did you hurt her?"

"No!" Elijah swears. "I found her this morning when I was scavenging a farm for gas. She was in the barn. She'd been bit by one of the soulless in the foot." Elijah points to the bus and swallows. "She'd killed it, and then she amputated her own foot. When I found her, she was passed out. I brought her here," Elijah looks desperately at Carol, "because this is where you said you were going. And when she woke up for a little, she mentioned your names. She mentioned you and Daryl and Enid. She mentioned someone named Rick. And someone named…Glenn?"

Carol turns to Daryl with wide eyes.

"Maggie," he says, and together they bolt to the bus.

[*]

Maggie is in the blood bus, weak and fading in and out of consciousness. The stub where her left foot once was has been messily – and recently - cauterized.

"I stopped the bleeding," Elijah says when they come out of the bus. "But I think she needs a blood transfusion. She lost so much blood. I have strip tests for blood types in the bus. She's O negative, so she can only receive from O negative. I'm not. Is one of you?"

"No," Carol replies. "I'm A positive."

"I'm B something," Dianne answers.

"Dunno what I am," Daryl says.

"If you can get me out of here," Elijah looks at the Dead Enders who are eyeing him suspiciously but who have finally lowered their guns, "I can test you all. And one of you can give her blood."

[*]

While Daryl and Jerry quickly change one popped tire of the bus using Elijah's only spare, Mason sends Javier to get another tire from their storage barn. In the meantime, old man Amos shows up, armed and angry and shouting at Mason, "Why are all these people past our stop sign, and your weapons are all down?"

Mason paces over to talk to his father, tells the old man what's happening, and settles him down, but when Amos sees Javier returning with the tire, he demands compensation. "Not just for the tire, but for crossing our line! I want to see an entire box full of supplies, Mason! An entire box!"

"Yes, sir," Mason tells him.

"And then I want this bus," Amos continues, "and that pick-up, and all these people, the hell off my land!"

When Mason heads for the blood bus with a big empty cardboard box, Carol, fearing they'll lose whatever medical supplies they need to save Maggie, cries, "Wait! We've got plenty of things in our truck you can take!" She leads Mason around to the bed of their pick-up.

He packs the box loosely, so that it looks like it contains more than it does. He puts the vitamins for Javier's pregnant niece in there first. Then he adds an entire box of ding dongs, even though it's the open box with only one ding dong left inside. He takes two, eight-roll packages of toilet paper, which fill up a big space.

"Thank you," Carol whispers to him, and he pretends not to hear her. The only truly useful things he takes are children's Tylenol, children's Benadryl, and children's Advil. "Do you have kids?" she asks. It hadn't occurred to her. He seems a little old to be the father of a young child.

"I had three. My youngest is still alive. He's twenty. These are for my nieces and nephews. And the other children."

"You should be running this place," Carol suggests. "Instead of your father."

Mason smiles. "That's not how a patriarchy works, Mrs. Dixon. You have to let the patriarch be in charge." He closes the top of the box. "Or believe he is." Mason winks, lifts the box, and walks away.

[*]

When they're back at Hillcrest, Aaron hastily moves his few things into Jesus's bedroom so that Maggie can have his. Rick mutters to everyone who is standing anxiously in the hallway, "Get back." Then he and Jerry carry Maggie in and gently lie her down on the queen bed. She blinks, searches the familiar faces, says nothing, and closes her eyes.

[*]

Daryl steps down from the blood bus that is now parked a few yards from the front porch of the inn. Of the eight people who don't know their blood types, he was the first to be tested. As he comes down from the bus, Morgan enters it.

Daryl stands at the foot of the stairs to the porch where Carol is nervously awaiting the results. "Gotta hunt," he tells her.

"You don't," she says. "Not today. We have enough canned food to last us at least three weeks now."

"Kid says I ain't O negative. Can't help. Gotta hunt."

Carol nods with understanding and watches him vanish toward the woods. She hopes he can find peace there and that, when he returns, Maggie will have finished her transfusion.

[*]

Michonne and Nabila, who already knows their blood types are not O negative, watch over Maggie. She wakes up and smiles when Nabila lays H.G. on her chest. The baby roots for her once-familiar breast. With Nabila's help, Maggie tries to feed the infant, but he pulls away crying. Maggie sniffles and closes her own eyes.

"I hope her milk hasn't dried up," Michonne says. "It's been a few days since she last fed him."

"She's undernourished," Nabila reasons. "Maybe when she's had more to eat and drink. And she's had the blood transfusion."

Maggie opens her eyes again and strokes the soft hair of her infant, looks weakly up at Michonne and Nabila, and says her first clear words since they brought her in: "If I don't make it…you'll be his family?"

"We already are," Michonne assures her. "But you're going to make it."

[*]

Most of the camp now crowds the porch and waits for Elijah to emerge from the blood bus. The last three strips tests are still developing.

Three chances left.

Elijah steps down slowly, walks to the porch, and looks up at all the expectant faces standing there. He shakes his head. "No one," he says.

"No," insists Carol. "No!"

"I'm sorry," Elijah tells her.

"That cannot be," Ezekiel intones. "It must not be."

"It is."

"One of us has to be a match," Rick hisses.

"Only seven percent of the population has O negative blood," Elijah explains.

"And there are seventeen of us, not counting the babies!" Tara exclaims. "So one of us should have it!"

"I'm sorry," Elijah repeats. "But not even one of you is O negative."

"Fuck that!" Rosita yells. She grabs the Dead End radio from off Rick's belt and yells into it, "This is Rosita Espinoza from Hillcrest! Get me Javier Santos! Now!"

She releases the button, and the radio crackles. "Soy yo.¿Qué pasó, hermosa?"

Rosita begs Javier to ask around and find out if anyone at Dead End has O negative blood. "We'll give you anything you want for it!" she pleads. "Anything in trade! Anything at all! Please."