Summary: Some "missing scenes" during "Them."


[Michonne runs her fingertips delicately down the back of Judith's head.]

Michonne: "How is she?"

[Rick gently pats Judith's back.]

Rick: "She's okay. She'll be okay. And Sasha?"

[Michonne sighs, exasperated.]

Michonne: "She's been better."
Rick: "Yeah. Thank you for helping to keep her together."
Michonne: That's what we do."
Rick: "It is."

[Looks at her, concerned]

Rick: "How are you?"
Michonne: "I've been, better, too. We just gotta get there."
Rick: "And we will. But Michonne… If it doesn't work out–"
Michonne: "Then we'll keep looking."

[Rick glances at her worriedly, fearing she's chasing a dream. Still he nods, willing to chase it with her.]

Rick: "Yeah."

[Sasha slows down, lingering, wanting to wait for Abraham.]

Sasha: "I'm sorry."

[She gestures to his arm.]

Sasha: "You were right. I was…reckless."
Abraham: Understatement of the flipping year."
Sasha: "I'm sure you'll keep."
Abraham: "Oh, I will. And you were wrong, by the way. Well, sort of. Us being lumped together like this–stuck for life and all. Maybe it doesn't make us friends. In fact, I'm thinking it makes us more than that. We fight together, protect each other… I had friends who wouldn't loan me ham for a burger if I asked 'em."
Sasha: "Sounds like you had shitty friends."
Abraham: "Yeah well, relationships are a bit better these says, in spite of circumstances. All of the convoluted shit has been stripped away. We're with you, Sasha. Don't forget that."

[Sasha stares at him for a beat, then forges ahead, Abraham staring after her.]