Daryl couldn't help the smile that stretched across his face as he watched Rhiannon talk animatedly to her sister and the new girl, Tara. He was more than happy to see her so carefree again, to see her be as she was before all the heartbreak had happened.

A nudge to his side had him breaking his attention from his girl and he looked over at his brother who was beside him with a brow raised in question.

"You want seconds 'fore I take it all?" Merle offered the few scraps that were left on his plate. Daryl looked at him like he'd grown a second pair of eyes and shook his head minutely.

"Nah, I'm good." He brushed him off and they fell back into silence, Daryl's smile now wiped off his face. Since the incident in the woods when Merle had unknowingly stumbled onto his outburst and heard what was going on between him and Rhiannon, there was a tension between them neither one of them knew how to resolve.

Talking things out wasn't exactly their strong suit, or even something they would consider.

"Have you two talked 'bout-" Merle started slowly, feeling awkward that he was bringing up something that was obviously extremely sensitive, but he felt as though it was his brotherly duty to at least try and propose a truce. He was on a better path, he had to keep it up, but Daryl wasn't catering to it.

"Don't talk about it." Daryl snapped at him sternly without even raising his head from his plate to look at him.

"I'm just tryin' to help."

"Well, don't. We don't need your help. Just keep quiet 'bout it, ok?" Daryl ordered him, finally raising his head to give him a cold scowl, as if he could intimidate him, even though the coldness of his scowl was learned by watching his older brother.

"Fine." Merle whispered in annoyance, abruptly standing and leaving his brother's side. Daryl sighed heavily, his eyes following Merle as he walked across the room to sit on the floor beside Tyreese.

Guilt seeped through him, he knew it wasn't Merle's fault that all this shit was going on, but he was still incredibly angry about what happened, about what they'd lost and there was no way for him to take his anger out. Unfortunately, Merle was there to take the brunt of it.

Daryl shook his head, forcing the thoughts from his mind. He'd deal with Merle later, when things were less chaotic. He just wanted a distraction from it all, just for the night.

He nudged Rhiannon with his knee and she looked up at him, smiling widely at the sight of him, which had his stomach turning upside down in the pleasurable way he'd gotten used to over the years.

"You want more?" He asked, holding out his glass of wine. He ignored the guilt that continued to overwhelm him as he repeated the same words his big brother had spoken to him. But it was as Rhiannon shook her head and moved to sit next to him on the pew that he forgot every ounce of guilt within him.

"I'm good. Don't wanna get sloppy, you know what happens then."

Daryl smiled. He was aware of what she was like when she was drunk and a part of him wished she would keep drinking so he could see her giggling uncontrollably.

"I wouldn't mind seein' that." Daryl shrugged as he smirked at her playfully. Rhiannon smiled, a light laugh escaping her.

"If I do, you're responsible for scraping me off the floor at the end of the night." She shrugged.

Daryl couldn't help the laugh that escaped him. He knew he'd give anything to see her so carefree and happy, he didn't care if it meant he'd have to hoist her up to keep her legs working. Anything would be worth it to see her smile again.

Rhiannon took another sip and leaned back against Daryl's chest and he automatically wrapped his arm over her shoulders, letting her nuzzle into him. He cherished this closeness, it reminded him of how they'd been at the prison, when things were calm and they were safe.

They didn't have that same sense of safety that they had then, but they were still able to be as they were. They could feel relaxed as if the world hadn't fallen apart, as if they hadn't suffered horrible losses, just by being with each other, holding each other close.

"You ever think about what's out there?" Rhianon asked out of the blue, causing Daryl to look down at her questioningly.

"What'd'ya mean?"

"It's something Tara said. Do you ever wonder if there are other groups out there, other people that are surviving, just trying to find a place to live, like we are?" She continued, but Daryl immediately shook his head, taking another sip of his drink.

"I got all I need right here. Don't care 'bout what's out there." He answered simply.

Rhiannon couldn't help the flutter of butterflies that erupted in her stomach at his words. From her position on his chest, she raised her head to look at him, a wide smile gracing her features, making him look down at her and raise a brow in question.

"You keep saying you're not smooth, but you're full of shit." Rhiannon told him, bringing a blush to his cheeks.

"Stop." He warned her, having to look away from her, lest he keep blushing uncontrollably.

Rhiannon snickered in response, making him have to stifle a laugh in response. She leaned back against him, closing her eyes in relief, she felt more relaxed than she had in a long time. She wanted to stay in this moment forever.

Daryl looked down at her and couldn't help but worry that the smile on her face was a front, a placeholder so people wouldn't ask how she was, wouldn't suspect the hurt she was really feeling. His smile fell and his grip on her tightened.

He instinctively pressed a kiss to her forehead, having no other form of comfort available to give her.

"You good?" He asked her quietly, craning his neck as he whispered in her ear so she was the only one to hear.

Rhiannon smiled lightly, leaning back to look up at him. "I'm good." She answered honestly and for the first time, Daryl believed her. It wasn't like all the other times she answered with that fake smile on her lips and sad look in her eyes.

He knew she meant it this time.

He felt nothing but relief as he leaned down, kissing her on the lips firmly. Rhiannon was taken aback, she hadn't expected him to be so forward, to be so willing to show affection in front of everyone, but she wasn't about to complain.

She hummed in contentment, enjoying his kiss, as brief as it was. He pulled away slowly, his eyes opening and he stared down at her, almost in disbelief, like he still couldn't believe that a woman like her would spend her time with him.

Rhiannon, sensing where his mind was wondering, wrapped her arms around his waist and pecked his lips quickly.

"I'm good." She reassured him again. Daryl smiled and nodded, taking her at her word.

"You sure you don't want any more wine?" Daryl asked suddenly, changing the conversation once he realized how sappy they were being in front of everyone.

Rhiannon snorted in amusement. "What the hell are you trying to do to me?" She mumbled, bringing her glass to her lips again, her heart soaring as she heard the rich sound of Daryl's laugh, a sound she cherished as she didn't get to hear it often as she would've liked.

"I'd like to propose a toast." Abraham spoke up, raising his glass of wine in a gesture of peace, breaking both of them from their conversation. "To the survivors."

Rhiannon smiled, raising a glass to him as he sent a knowing look her way, one she hoped Daryl hadn't noticed, or at least wouldn't ask her about. She didn't want to have to explain how he knew their darkest secret.

Rhiannon swallowed her drink down as the group cheered and hollered in delight. The sound made something inside her swell with happiness. She had thought she'd be doomed to darkness after what had happened, the things she lost.

But as she looked around at the people around her, the ones smiling and clinking their glasses together jovially, she knew that light at the end of the tunnel was closer than she thought.

Daryl's arm that was wrapped around her waist tightened, only reassuring her more.

"Is that all you wanna be?" Abraham continued, making the room fall quiet again. "Wake up in the morning, fight the undead pricks, forage for food, go to sleep at night with two eyes open, rinse and repeat?"

Rhiannon's face turned sour and she shared a look with Glenn who sat in the pew in front of her. He looked equally as turned off, giving her a half-hearted shrug as if to say 'I have no idea where he's going with this'.

"You could do that, hell, you guys could do it. You have the strength, the skill. Now we get Eugene to Washington, he will make the dead die and the living will have this world again."

This prompted Rhiannon to share another look with Glenn who had told her this speech may be approaching. She didn't exactly believe what they were preaching, that wasn't to say she didn't trust them at all, not after what they'd done, how Abraham and his group had fought their way out of Terminus with them. It just all seemed a little far fetched to her.

She felt Daryl's grip on her tighten again and she immediately knew he wasn't buying it either.

"Eugene, what's in DC?" Abraham prompted, causing all eyes to shift to the nervous scientist.

"Infrastructure constructed to withstand pandemics even of this fubar magnitude." His words sounded like gibberish to Rhiannon and the blank stares Eugene received forced him to continue. "That means food, fuel, refuge. A restart."

"However long it takes for this reset button to kick in, you can be safe there. Safer than you've been since this whole thing started." Abraham continued, reassuring them after seeing the disbelieving looks among the group.

Rhiannon immediately thought of what she had lost. She wanted a baby so bad, but the circumstances they were in now didn't allow her to think of ever getting that opportunity. If they had a place to stay, a safe community, she could build a family. She could finally get the chance to be a mom.

"Come with us." He continued. "Save the world for that little one and any future ones that may come along." He said with a small smile, looking at Judith adorningly before his eyes shifted over to Rhiannon, as if he knew exactly what had crossed her mind and what she longed for.

As Abraham finished his speech, almost everyone looked to Rick, silently seeking his advice. They all knew and unanimously agreed without any consultation that they wouldn't go anywhere if their leader didn't agree. No matter the time he'd taken off, the step down he'd taken from the role, Rick was still their leader.

Rick let out a chuckle, his first thought was that this idea of a restart was too far fetched to even pursue, but as he looked down at the little girl in his arms who smiled toothlessly at him and buried herself into his chest, he knew he couldn't pass up the opportunity to keep her safe, to give her the world he wanted for her.

Rick wrapped his arms around her, placing a kiss to the top of her head, making her let out a noise of contentment.

"What was that?" Rick cooed to her. "I think she knows what I'm about to say."

Rhiannon smiled at the sight in front of her, her heart aching in a painfully familiar way that she tried her hardest to suppress. Baby steps.

"She's in. If she's in, I'm in. We're all in." Rick surmised.

Everyone laughed, a silent agreement surrounding them that they would follow, and the conversation dissipated.

"What do you think of all this?" Rhiannon asked, looking back at Daryl, but she frowned when she noticed his attention was elsewhere. "What's going on?" She asked, noticing how his gaze was locked onto the church door.

"Carol left."

Rhiannon sat up, her eyes moving to the door, as if she could find her friend, but it was too late, she was long gone.

"Is she ok?

"I dunno. She's been pretty quiet." Daryl explained, worrying his lip between his teeth. "I'm gonna go talk to her."

Rhiannon tensed immediately. She didn't like the thought of him out there at night, especially since they hadn't put too much distance between them and Terminus. But she couldn't stand that Carol was out there either. She knew she couldn't just let them wander off alone.

"I'll come with you." She said, already beginning to stand, but Daryl stopped her, placing a hand on her thigh.

"Nah, I'll go."

Rhiannon sighed in annoyance, her eyes boring into him, thoroughly unamused by his protectiveness. "Daryl." She groaned in warning.

"Look, we finally got a place to stay, where we can cool down for a second. You need to rest. I know you've been havin' nightmares, I know all this walkin's been hell for you. I ain't lettin' you go out there if you don't need to be. After everythin' that's happened, just lay low for a bit, ok?"

Rhiannon's scowl lifted, the corners of her mouth turning up at his small speech. She reached for his hand, her thumb brushing against the rough skin over his knuckles that were still healing from the torment they'd faced over the past week.

"Just be careful." She whispered and Daryl smiled, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Always am."

Rhiannon rolled his eyes at his flippant reply.

"Bring her back."

Daryl's face sobered and he looked down, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders yet again. He didn't know how he always found himself with this heavy feeling of responsibility. But he knew he was willing to face it. It was up to him to bring Carol back and make sure she was ok.

"I will." He whispered, indulging in one last moment of affection as he pressed his forehead to Rhiannon's and kissed her softly and slowly, feeling himself melt at her touch.

If it had lasted a second more he would've forgotten that he was about to leave, that there was something glaringly important he needed to do. He pulled away slowly, almost reluctantly, gazing into her big brown eyes that stared back at him.

"Make sure you get some rest. Drink any more'a that wine and you'll be sure to end up on the floor sooner or later."

Rhiannon scoffed in amusement and slapped his thigh playfully.

"Get outta here, Dixon." She chided him, a mischievous smirk on her face.

Daryl smiled back at her, almost wistfully, his grip on her hand finally slipping. "I'll be back soon."

"You better." She warned playfully, her words echoing within him as he stood and made his way out of the church in search of his friend.

Rhiannon let out a sigh as the doors closed behind Daryl. She trusted his abilities out there, there was no doubt about that, but after everything that had happened, being separated, if only for a little while, was unnerving.

She tapped her foot against the floor nervously, her eyes wandering over the others who were all talking and laughing amongst themselves. She couldn't help but feel on edge now that her source of comfort was gone out into the night.

"Hey, you alright?" A voice behind her made her jump. She turned abruptly, immediately calming down when she realized it was only Michonne who was taking a seat next to her. "Where's Daryl?"

"Went to get Carol. She just slipped out."

Michonne frowned, her concerned gaze moving to the closed church doors, as if they would open and the both of them would walk in, safe and sound.

"Is she ok?"

"I dunno, I think something happened to her out there, before she found us."

Michonne nodded in understanding. She wouldn't be the only one to have shit happen to them out there during that separation. Michonne was dying to talk to Rhiannon about it, to ask her if she was ok. It was hard not to worry about her after seeing how broken she'd been after they'd first found her on that rooftop.

"How are you doing?" Michonne finally asked, finally saying 'goodbye' to any inhibitions that kept her from saying what she really wanted to know. She was comfortable enough with Rhiannon to ask her, despite knowing the harsh realities of the situation.

Rhiannon paused for a moment, taking a long sip of her wine as she contemplated her answer.

"Honestly, I feel ridiculous." Rhiannon answered, shaking her head at herself. "There are people in this group that have lost their children. That had kids to love and hold and lost them. The child I had was still just an idea. They were still in my belly, just waiting to become a real person. I feel ridiculous mourning this person I never knew."

Michonne frowned deeply, looking over at her friend in concern.

"You can't think of it that way." She told her immediately. "You know they say a woman becomes a mother the moment they find out they're pregnant. You were a mother to that baby and you lost it. Anyone would be grieving the same way. You can't compare tragedies, you can't compare the hurt you experienced with someone else's. You'll drive yourself crazy that way."

"I know, I just can't help it."

"Well, stop it. Tell your brain to shut the fuck up."

Rhiannon laughed into her wine glass, a smile growing at Michonne's blunt words. "Believe me, I'm trying." She answered.

"But, you're ok, right?" Michonne asked again.

"I'm ok. I'm starting to see that light you were talking about." Rhiannon answered honestly. "You guys are good to me, it's hard not to be optimistic around you all."

"Well, I'm glad." Michonne said with a small smile, reaching out to grab Rhiannon's hand in her own.

Rhiannon smiled, a genuine smile, squeezing her friends hand in her own.

"You think this Washington thing's legit?"

Her smile fell and she took a long sip of her wine.

"Hard to say. If the military was going to protect a place it'd be Washington, right?"

"I guess so. It's a long way though, a lot can happen." Michonne mused darkly, her face growing hard.

"Yeah." Rhiannon mumbled back, her eyes holding a vacant look, one that told Michonne her mind had wandered far off the conversation they'd been having.

"What's that look for?"

Rhiannon's eyes widened and she looked over at Michonne, silently cursing her friend for being so perceptive.

"I just… Beth is out there. I don't think I could ever move on and leave this place without knowing if she's alive or not."

Michonne's face fell and she sighed deeply, feeling an ache in her chest at the reminder of the innocent young girl who was out in the world by herself… or worse.

"We wouldn't leave without her. You know that. She's family." Michonne reassured her, squeezing her hand in hers.

"I'm just so worried." Rhiannon spoke softly, her voice beginning to break as days worth of stress began to overwhelm her. She could only handle one thing at a time and she felt as though she hadn't even dealt with Beth's absence yet.

She had time to mourn her father and mourn her unborn child but she'd given little time to really let the reality about Beth sink in. Now that she had, there was no way she was letting it go. There was no way she was leaving this state without her baby sister.

"We'll keep looking. I know it's gonna be a lot to handle, like a needle in a haystack, but we can't let that ruin our hope. She's out there and we'll find her." Michonne said, almost sternly, as if she was trying to convince herself that her own words were true.

Rhiannon smiled lightly. "We will. I know we will." She said softly. Life had given her too many punches, she truly believed it would start to turn around, that things would begin to look up for her and that Beth would be what made it happen.

"We'll find her and we'll make it to Washington."

"No matter what we face, we got this." Michonne smiled, clinking her glass against Rhiannon's.

"Yeah, we got the numbers, we can handle it." Rhiannon spoke firmly, surprising Michonne with her optimism. Given everything that had happened to Rhiannon in the last week, she was taken aback to see her have so much hope. It was a complete one-eighty to her attitude just that morning.

"We won't stop until we find her. I can promise you that." Michonne smiled, unable to keep herself from smiling at seeing her friend finally beginning to act like herself again.

It was more than surprising for Rhiannon to be the optimistic one, especially considering what she was going through, but Michonne wasn't about to question it. She believed that they would find Beth, that they would make it to Washington and start a life for themselves. It was hard not to believe it all with Rhiannon smiling as she was.

"Hey," Sasha chimed in, standing next to the pew they were seated at, her face drawn tightly with concern which immediately had both of the women on edge, their good feeling gone in a second. "Have you guys seen Bob?"

"No, not for awhile. Did he leave the church?"

"Yeah, he said he just needed some air, but he's been gone too long." Sasha spoke quietly, her hard gaze locked onto the church doors, as if hoping her boyfriend would prove her worries wrong and walk right through.

The chatter amongst the group went silent, as if the tension had become so stifling it unknowingly silenced everyone.

"I need to find him." Sasha said, her voice stern, as she walked towards the doors.

"Sasha, it isn't safe to just-" Michonne started, but was immediately silenced by the harsh glare Sasha sent her way before leaving the safety of the church.

Rhiannon watched her friend go, her hands wringing together nervously.

"Of course we couldn't have one good day." She muttered in disdain.

"Of course not. When was the last time the universe was that nice to us?" Michonne drawled sarcastically.

The group sat anxiously, the silence now stifling, as they waited for the members of their group to return. No one knew what exactly was going on, why so many had decided to leave, and no one had any idea about what to do to get them back.

After a few long, tense minutes, they heard Sasha's voice, but it had them all getting to their feet.

"Rick! I need you!"

Rick quickly handed Judith off to Tyreese who wordlessly agreed to take care of her as their leader ran out of the church.

Rhiannon and Michonne made their way towards the door their hands itching to move towards their weapons, although Michonne no longer had hers across her back thanks to those pricks from Terminus.

Rhiannon kept one hand on the hilt of the sword over her shoulder as she opened the church doors. She noticed Carl hurrying towards them, a worried expression on his face and she quickly stopped him with the raise of her hand.

"Stay back."

"But-"

"Carl." Rhiannon urged, immediately silencing him and he stayed in his spot, his wide eyes moving to the darkness of the night.

Rhiannon could barely see in the darkness, but she heard the unmistakable sound of walkers getting closer. She cursed under her breath and pulled her weapon off her back as she ran out of the church, Maggie, Glenn and Abraham following closely.

She cut down the walkers in front of her, but faltered when she noticed Bob laying on the ground. She felt bile rise in her throat at the sight of his missing foot, the image bringing about a wave of emotions as she inadvertently thought of her father who had the same injury.

"Oh god." She breathed out, her heart aching as she heard Sasha cry out for her boyfriend. Rhiannon was snapped out of her daze, forcing herself to look away from Bob as a walker reached out to her.

Before she could swing her weapon, the dead being fell to her feet, the sound of a gunshot ringing faintly. She raised her head, her wide and confused gaze looking out into the darkness of the night in an effort to find where it had come from.

The only other person that had been using a gun was Rick and he at the other side of the church.

Her chest heaved with each nervous breath she took as her mind connected the dots. Bob, the walkers, it all made sense. The people from Terminus made it out and they weren't going to let them off easy.

Rhiannon's grip on her weapon tightened and she grit her teeth as she made one last vicious swing to walker approaching her before rushing back into the church, seeing that Bob had been carried in.

There was no way she was staying out in the open with those creeps out there.

The church door slammed shut behind her and she jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder, but immediately relaxed she looked into Rick's concerned gaze.

"You heard the shot didn't you?"

Rhiannon nodded wordlessly, glad that she hadn't been imagining things. But on the other hand, she hadn't wanted the return of the people from Terminus to be true.

"We can't let them get away with this."

Rhiannon was barely listening, her gaze was locked out the window, staring vacantly at the dark forest surrounding them as she worried her lip between her teeth.

"Rhiannon?" Rick prompted, noticing her lack of engagement in the conversation.

"Daryl's out there." She breathed out. She felt as though there was a cinder block on her chest at the thought of Daryl and Carol in the enemy's clutches.

It was almost too much for her to process and she felt her eyes beginning to burn with unshed tears. The feeling felt so much more bitter to her after all the times it had happened in the last week.

Rick sighed heavily, squeezing his eyes shut at the realization and the very real possibility of his friend crumbling under the weight of everything the world was throwing at her at once. He didn't know what to say, he didn't think there was anything anyone could say that would comfort her, so he settled for wrapping an arm over shoulders and bringing her into his side comfortingly as they both stared out the window, hoping to see their family come back to them.

Daryl's foot tapped erratically, his lip bitten almost bloody between his teeth as he worried himself to the brink of panic. He knew it was stupid to just up and leave without any word to the others, he knew if the roles were reversed and Rhiannon had been the one to disappear out of the blue, he'd be going out of his mind.

But it was the first lead he'd had since he'd lost Beth. It was his only chance to find her and he wasn't about to let it slip through his fingers, not again. It was the least he could do after not looking after her properly, he'd reasoned with himself.

He knew Rhiannon would be pissed but if he showed back up to the church with her little sister in hand, he doubt there'd be much of a fight to be had.

He needed to do this for her. After everything the woman he loved had been put through, finding her sister would be a saving grace for her.

He needed to do this. For Rhiannon and for Beth, his sister.

"You ok?" Carol asked, startling him from his thoughts as she walked back into the room they had decided to stay in for a night.

Staying at a women's shelter wasn't exactly calming either of their nerves. They doubted they'd be getting much sleep at all.

"Wasn't right, leavin' like that." Daryl muttered. "She's probably goin' nuts. I know I'd be."

Carol frowned, Daryl's absence was exactly what Rhiannon didn't need. Not after all the heartbreak she'd encountered.

"She'll understand."

Daryl just shook his head, his hands trailing over his tired face as he felt exhaustion creep through his bones.

"She will." Carol assured him, more firmly this time. "It's Beth. You know Rhiannon would move mountains for her baby sister and the fact that you're trying so hard to get to her would mean the world to her, no matter if you left or not."

"Just wish there was a way I could tell her I was ok. Don't want her thinkin' I just abandoned her." He admitted quietly. He knew how insecure Rhiannon was feeling, like she was a burden to everyone just because she was hurting. He didn't want her thinking he left intentionally, that he wanted to get away from her influx of emotions.

He'd die before he could be taken away from her, he always told her that, but here he was, miles away and Rhiannon left without a clue.

"Daryl, she knows you well enough to know that you would never abandon her. You love her too much for that, she knows that."

"I hope so." He muttered, still unconvinced and riddled with anxiety at the thought of the distress she'd be experiencing.

He just hoped the group was staying where they are. That they didn't try and search for them. That he wouldn't be returning to an empty church.

He couldn't fathom that thought, that separating meant losing her again.

His stomach turned at the thought and he flopped back onto the bed below him, exhaling heavily.

"How are you doin'?" He asked, looking at his friend from where he lay. Carol looked over at him, almost in disbelief, before quickly averting her gaze to the window in front of her.

"I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

"You tell me." Daryl stated simply. "You were the one wantin' to ditch us. There a good reason for that?"

Carol sighed heavily, her grip on her gun clenching tightly as swallowed hard, trying her best to suppress every emotion that washed over her as she thought of what she'd been through on the road, what she'd seen, what she had to do.

It made her sick to think of Lizzie and Mika. She couldn't bear it.

"I told you, I don't wanna talk about it. Not yet."

"Alright." Daryl responded, almost apathetically. It had been the answer he was expecting, but it still disappointed him to hear it.

"I'll take first watch." He rasped. He doubted he'd be able to even close his eyes with how much his brain was running wild.

"Are you sure? I don't mind-"

"Nah, I got it. Give me somethin' to take my mind off everythin'."

Carol raised her brows, giving him a look of disbelief, she knew he wouldn't be doing anything but thinking of Rhiannon and dwelling on what he thought was a dreaded mistake. But she knew there was no point in arguing with him. She knew him better than to even try.

"Alright. Wake me when you wanna switch." She told him, giving him a warm smile and a reassuring squeeze to his shoulder as she passed to make her way to the top bunk.

Daryl kept his anxious tapping to a halt until he could hear Carol's breathing turn heavy and even and he knew she was asleep. He got to his feet and made his way outside to the roof, his hands clenched into fists to keep himself from taking his anger at himself out on a nearby wall.

He knew it was unhealthy and that Rhiannon would give him an earful if she saw any evidence of that on his knuckles.

The thought of her had his stomach twisting and as he leaned against the ledge that looked out onto the dark street, he let his head fall between his arms, sagging in defeat.

Please don't hate me, he pleaded, wishing he could beg Rhiannon for her forgiveness from miles away. He looked up at the night sky, knowing she'd be looking at that same bright moon.

He hoped this wasn't all for nothing. That he'd have something to show for his detour that he was sure was already causing some grief.

He was just glad he'd been able to stop Carol in time. That was the only victory in this situation so far. It was with a heavy sigh that he pulled the photo from his vest pocket. His chest felt heavy as he looked at Rhiannon's smiling face staring back at him.

The sight of her only made him feel more guilty.

"I'll come back to you." He whispered into the night, wishing there was a way for her to hear him and be comforted by his promise.

He would come back to Rhiannon, and he would bring her sister back, if it were the last thing he ever did.

Hello everyone! So I know this took a literal millennium to get posted and I'm so sorry for that. Life is hectic at the moment.

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