Carl comes out of the middle bedroom that he's been sleeping in these past few weeks with the last of his belongings, a crate full of comic books. He stands in the entrance looking at the room wondering how long it'll be before he has a real home again let alone a bedroom of his own.

Without any warning Carl's moods shifts from somber to dark; he feels the heat as it radiates from his neck to his head and the hair follicles underneath his father sheriffs hat. His rage toward this new but desolate world infuriates him so much that he cracked the bottom of the comic book crate with his bare hands. Carl's concentrated anger shatters when he feels the break in the crate. Wounded by the sudden turn of events; he sorely shuts the door; remembering that he hasn't had a permanent home in nearly three years.

Meanwhile,

"The last time I saw her she said she was going on a perimeter check before it started raining again." Tyreese tells Rick' "Then about 45 minutes later Rosita came out the house in a rush and asked me where Michonne was because she was supposed to go with her."

Rick wants to panic; drop everything and go and find Michonne. But he knows that it's still early and that she is more that capable of check the perimeter.

With great composure he tells Tyreese, "Just spread the word that if anybody sees them to let them know what's going on. There's plenty of day left and they will probably be back in little while to take a break."

The sun peak out from behind the overcast briefly the group start placing their items in to the back of the truck. Daryl spots his shadow on the sidewalk and knows it late afternoon; he knows that Michonne and Rosita should've been back by now.

So he walks up to Rick and in a low voice says, "Maybe I should go and find them; they should've been back by now. Hell, they would've come back by now just to make sure the block was still intact."

Rick's relieved that Daryl has said something with regard to Rosita and Michonne's where abouts. After Michonne took the time to explain to Carl last month about the sacrifices a good leader has to make; he couldn't just up and leave to find her knowing full well that she's more than capable of taking care of herself when checking for breaches around the perimeter. More importantly he didn't want to get in to a argument with her because he left the kids and the group just to find her...again.

He knew he needed all the hands he could get at the point to empty the shed, the basement and anything else in this house that could be of use to them at the motel or on the road. The only person that should leave to locate Michonne and Rosita was Daryl.

He tells Daryl, "Hold on a second".

Carl immerges from the backyard carrying boxes from the shed; Rick grabs Judith's bag on the porch and whistles for Carl to walker over.

Carl places the boxes in the truck then jogs over to his father, "Dad where is…"

Rick cuts him off, "That's exactly what I was gonna talk to you about. Daryl's gonna go track Michonne and Rosita but with him leaving I'm gonna need to take his place getting the truck packed; and that also means I can't keep a look out the bottom block. So I want you to take Judith down to Jane's then I want you to keep watch. No one is paying attention to anything right now; the entire block is getting ready to leave because of this flood. Rick passes Judith's bag to Carl; then Judith.

"I know I haven't has time to train you on the wall…but I trust you will do what needs to be done down there."

Carl looks up at his father and shakes his head, "I'll handle it dad."

Carl walks in to Jane's house and hands Judith off to her as he goes to clear the house. He didn't care for Jane that much was clear; but she always made sure to take good care of his sister and with everything that's going on he would have to trust that her affection for Judith has not changed.

After clearing all the rooms, Jane makes an excruciating yelp. He rushes back in to the living to find Jane leaning and gripping one hand on the couch and the other underneath her belly.

"Are you alright? Should I get Bob and Sasha?" Carl urgently asks.

"Yea…" she holds her breath as another I'm sure it's just a small contraction." She tells him.

Carl watches as Jane begins to stand up straight again, "See now, it's gone. I'm fine go keep watch like your father said." Jane says. He nods his head and walks out the front door, within seconds Jane begins to worry; she remembers from her previous pregnancy that she the contractions came toward the end not in the beginning of the second trimester.

Carl walks out of Jane's house and over toward the barricade. Right before he's about to climb up he glances up the block and sees a slow walker distance coming from the side of Tyreese's house.

He grabs a lead pipe from the weapons crate by the gate; then he starts walking quickly towards it, "Hey, Hey", he yells trying to get the walker's attention.

As he gets closer to the walker he notices the sword on its back and freezes immediately knowing its probably Michonne. Fear begins to engulf his body; if he had to kill another woman that he considered to be his mother he would never be right again.

The walker finally turns around and sees Carl, "Car..." Rosita collapses to the ground.

Carl runs up to Rosita while yelling for his father, "Dad, Dad!"

The cascading clouds and sun remind Michonne of some of the beautiful paintings that she saw at the last art exhibit she attended before the turn. Still hanging from the tree branch, she sees two walkers in the distance forgetting the precariousness of her situation she automatically tries to lift herself up but, the noise from the cans stops her cold. The walkers hear the noise and start walking toward her. Tears flood Michonne's eyes as the walkers get closer and closer. Her only thoughts at that particular moment were, "I should've told him, I should've just said it that night. And now it's too late."

Her body surges with adrenaline as she prepares to kick the walkers as hard as she can, when suddenly she sees a man comes running from in back of her and begins to bash the skulls of the walkers with an aluminum bat.

After finishing off the walkers; the man turns around dropping his bag and pulls out his hunting knife. He climbs up the tree and on to the branch to cut Michonne down. She falls to the ground like a rag doll and James quickly climbs down and over to her.

Considering her state Michonne is unsure if who she's seeing is real or a hallucination. "James", she quietly asks.

"Yea, it's me, Michonne." James affirms.