Julian didn't know what to think of the new group that had just come onto the farm. He didn't trust the one guy, that was for sure. He'd gone into the city with Otis and had come back without him. Otis was a good person, but it didn't sound right. He probably would've done anything to save a little kid but the guy seemed sketchy. He felt sort of relieved when it seemed like not everyone bought his bullshit either.

He was jumpy as he waited for Maggie to get back from her run to the store. Since Otis, the thought of people leaving the farm felt like they were marching off to their deaths. A smile was on his face as he finally spotted Maggie riding up on her horse with Glenn. That guy didn't seem too bad, at least. Unable to contain himself, he leapt off the porch and had the reins of Glenn's horse in his hands before the other man could say anything. "Let me help you put the horses back," he said brightly.

Maggie and Glenn exchanged a look before Maggie replied. "Sure thing. Thanks for all your help out there, Glenn."

Julian looked over his shoulder as the other man hurried off to join the rest of his group by the tents as the dark haired woman from before and her redneck companion came out from the trees. "What do you think," he questioned Maggie before he clicked his tongue and began to lead to horse to the stable.

"Nothin to think. They find that little girl, odds are my daddy's gonna make them leave," Maggie shrugged her shoulders from atop the horse.

Julian nodded his head slowly, "You see anything out there?"

"We didn't see her out there if that's what you're askin me, Jude." Maggie shook her head before she let out a long sigh.

Julian's shoulders slumped. He couldn't help but stare out at the barn in the distance as he opened the door to the horse's pen. A shiver ran down his back before he averted his eyes. "Better than the alternative, I guess."

Dove rested somewhat easily that night, she felt some comfort in the fact that the next day would mean the search was in full swing. She still hated doing the laundry, though. She would rather be out there in the woods looking for Sophia, but Carol had roped her into her chore. "C'mon. No one wants to help me with this. Andrea's off tryin' to play Annie Oakley somewhere and Lori's still sleepin."

"I wish I was still sleepin," Dove grumbled as she picked up a basket of clothes. She squinted her hazel eyes at the closest well. "Jesus, what happened over there?"

Carol shook her head. "You missed it. They sent Glenn down into the well. Apparently there was a walker down there." Dove opened her mouth to reply but Carol cut her off. "I know you woulda raised all types of hell if you were here, but Glenn's fine. You've seen him."

Dove huffed and blew a stray hair out of her eyes. "I'm gonna give that little bastard a piece of my mind for not tellin me about that. When I'm done with him, he'll wanna go back down that well." She let out a chuckle.

It felt like hours, but it wasn't too long until she was sitting on top of a picnic table, basket of wet clothes next to her. She handed Carol a wet shirt to hang up as Lori stepped out of her tent. "Mornin, princess," Dove called over cheerfully, "Nice of you to join us."

Lori managed a weak smile as she walked over and greeted the two sisters. "Can't believe I slept in."

"You probably needed it," Carol smiled at her.

"Yeah, I think we all need to take turns sleeping in. It feels amazing," Dove yawned as she ran a hand through her ponytail.

"You feelin ok," Carol scrutinized Lori carefully as the other woman nodded. "I have an idea I wanted to run by you two. That big kitchen of theirs got me thinking, I wouldn't mind cooking in a real kitchen again." Dove smiled as she thought about Carol's cooking. She definitely wasn't a five-star chef by any means, but Carol was a good cook. There was no doubt about that. "Maybe we all pitch in and make dinner for Hershel and his family tonight. Kind of looking for things to keep my mind occupied."

Dove leaned back on her hands with a heavy sigh as she looked up at the sky. She really wanted to be out there. She wanted to help look for Sophia, but she knew Carol would fight her on it. Maybe the right place for her to be was here on the farm; she needed to be with her sister.

"Seems like the least we could do," Lori agreed.

Dove nodded her head, "Yeah sure. I'll try to help. I'm not real good in the kitchen, but I'll try my best." She flashed her sister a quick smile.

"You mind extending the invitation," Carol smiled at Lori. Would feel more right comin from you," Carol reasoned.

Dove eyed Lori. "You're like our unofficial First Lady," Carol joked.

Lori and Dove both rolled their eyes but Dove let out a snort of laughter. "President Rick Grimes? I don't remember votin, but that sounds about right," she raised an eyebrow at Lori and raised a hand quick enough to block a clothespin from hitting her face.

Meanwhile, Julian had made his way over to the group by the car. He felt like he should be trying to help them look for that little girl. Every person out there could make a difference in finding her or not. He would want people out there looking for his sister like this if he had any idea where she was.

"She might have gone further east than we've been so far," Rick stated as he laid the map out in front of them.

"I'd like to help," Jimmy spoke up first and Julian narrowed his eyes at the younger man. Hershel would kick his ass for trying. Jimmy was just a kid, but Julian was grown enough to make his own decisions. "I know the area pretty well and stuff.

"I think I know the area better than you, Jim," Julian spoke quietly as he approached the group.

"Hershel's okay with this?" Good question. Julian would like to believe Jimmy, but he couldn't help but think the kid was full of shit trying to look cool in front of his girlfriend.

"Nothing about what Daryl found screams Sophia to me," Shane spoke from the car.

Shane gave Julian the creeps. "They found Elizabeth Smart nine months after she went missing on pure chance of someone noticing the people who took her," he remembered seeing something about it when he was younger and it just stuck with him. Shane might be a cop, but it seemed like he wasn't too invested in the search.

"Whoever slept in that cupboard was no bigger than yay-high," Daryl held his hand out to about elbow height. Definitely seemed like a little kid and unless Georgia was suddenly overflowing with feral children, Shane was full of shit.

"Maybe we'll pick up her trail again," Rick sounded hopeful.

"No maybe about it. I'm gonna borrow a horse," Daryl pointed at the map. Hershel won't be happy about that, Julian thought but didn't speak. He didn't want to get on the bad side of this guy.

"Good idea," T-Dog spoke up, "Maybe you'll see your Chupacabra up their too." A short laugh echoed from behind Julian and he turned to see Dove, still perched on the picnic table, shake her head.

"Chupacabra," Rick inquired.

"You never heard this," Dale sighed. "Our first night in camp, Daryl tells us that the whole thing reminds him of a time he went squirrel hunting and he saw a Chupacabra." Julian shuddered at the thought of the goat sucking monster; Jimmy laughed. Julian gave him a quick slap to the back of the head as Daryl spoke again.

"What are you braying at, Jackass?"

"You believe in a blood-sucking dog," Jimmy questioned.

"You believe the dead walk," Daryl sneered.

"He's got you there, Jimbo," Julian shrugged his shoulders as he rested his hand on the hood of the truck. Jimmy reached for a gun, man that kid was really trying it today.

"Why don't you come train tomorrow," Shane offered. "If you're serious, I'm a certified instructor."

Andrea spoke up, "For now, he can come with us."

"If it's alright, I'd like to go with Jimmy." Julian turned his attention to Rick. He didn't feel like going in a car with Shane. The last man to go with him somewhere didn't exactly seem to fare too well. Even if it meant going with the woman that he didn't really know and someone who'd made fun of someone for believing in a Chupacabra.

Rick nodded his head and held out his hand to the younger man, "Alright. Thanks for helping us, kid."

"Julian, sir."

"Rick is just fine," the sheriff smiled a little.

"Right, sorry. Not used to bein too friendly to the police. But, no problem, Rick. It feels right to help. Just hope we find her," Julian nodded his head. The others didn't notice him tense up as he turned his attention away from the barn and focused on the search plan.

Dove let out a heavy sigh as she turned her attention from the parting group to the house. She couldn't keep Carol waiting much longer or she might send out another search party for her. As she ascended the steps, Glenn caught her attention. He seemed out of it. "Yoo-hoo. Earth to Glenn," Dove waved a hand at him.

The man jumped slightly as he turned his head to look at his friend. The smile on his face fell slightly as he realized who was standing in front of him. "Hey, Dove. You not heading out today?"

"Nah, decided I might as well tend to my womanly duties," she flicked her hair behind her shoulder in an exaggerated manner. "You alright, bud? You see kind of out of it since you got back yesterday." Dove frowned as she leaned against the post.

"I'm fine. Just…a lot going on in my head, you know," Glenn smiled sadly as he rested his hand on the guitar in his lap.

A sly look was in Dove's eye as she spoke. "Well channel all of that emotion into a song and I'm sure you can woo yourself a farmer's daughter in no time," she wiggled her eyebrows at him.

The blush that shot up into Glenn's cheek answered any questions she might have had. "What are you talking about?"

"Nothin! Just that I think a blind man all the way in Korea can see what I'm talking about! But that's none of my business," she shrugged her shoulders and took a step closer to him. "But if you do happen to want to talk about it, just let me know! I'm your friend and I'll always be here to listen. Plus, no better person to go to for girly advice than a girl." She chuckled as she ruffled Glenn's hair.

Glenn smiled at the woman as she took a step back towards the door, "Thanks…"

Dove thought that Hershel's house was nice and she made sure to tell them so. "Well thank you," Patricia nodded her head politely.

Dove bit her lip as she looked around the hallway. "I just want to thank you," she turned her attention back to the older blonde. Her expression seemed to be unreadable. Something about these people was off to her. They all seemed nice, but something wasn't right about any of them. "For letting us stay here while we look for our niece. It's not something you have to do especially now, you don't know any of us from those walkers in the streets."

Patricia held up a hand to stop her, "It's not a problem. I just want to make sure that Rick and Hershel have made it very clear to you…"

"Once we find Sophia, once Carl is good to roll, we're gone," Dove nodded her head. "But still. Thank you," she smiled as she turned on her heel to walk into the kitchen. "Just hope you don't mind your mashed potatoes with a little crisp," she called as she entered the room, "I suck at cooking!"

Carol shook her head at her younger sister as Lori laughed. "You can measure the ingredients," Carol patted her arm.

"Listen, we all have skills. I was not made to be a house wife," Dove raised her hands in surrender. "You, however, were a better housewife than any man ever deserved." She winked at her sister.

Slightly uncomfortable, Lori changed the subject quickly. "You know you weren't made to be a housewife?" She looked over her shoulder at the younger brunette as she began to peel a potato.

"Sure do. I was a few months away from trying it out, but let's just say I had to cancel the subscription before the free trial ended," Dove popped a piece of carrot into her mouth.

Carol clicked her tongue disapprovingly, "Still think you were better off. He seemed unstable."

"Who? Owen," Dove questioned her sister with a raised eyebrow. Carol just turned her attention to her. Dove rolled her eyes as she picked up a bigger carrot and started to peel it. "I mean he was a little…quirky."

Lori let out a small groan at this, "Honey, we all know what quirky means. Quirky is code for 'you're unstable but I love you'." The older brunette elbowed Dove lightly.

Carol let out a quiet snort of laughter at this, "You got that right. The one time when we went up to visit, we stayed in DC so Sophia and I got a hotel room next to them."

Dove cut her off with a panicked laugh, "Alright listen, I get it! Owen was unstable and I have terrible taste in men, but it's over now so…we don't have to rehash that story! Alright."

It was quiet in the kitchen for a moment before Lori whispered, "You'll tell me later?"

"Oh, you bet," Carol whispered back as Lori picked up a bucket to go collect more water.

"The hell you will," Dove shouted as she picked up a carrot shaving and whipped it at her sister. "Be serious and cut up your god damn carrots," Dove laughed and shook her head. Still, her thoughts went back to her life before everything went to shit. Actually, this was more like her life going to shit take two. Carol was right, she was way better off.

"Bout time you strolled on up here, Dixon." Daryl's attention snapped to the side, back to the direction of the farm.

"Hell do you want," he snapped at the figure in front of him even though he knew she wasn't real.

"Should really be getting home," the figure spoke as she twirled a small pendant between her fingers. She wasn't really there, but her hazel eyes stared right into his soul just like if she were there, "getting dark out."

"Shut up," Daryl snapped as he started stomping back towards the farm. The figure was a few steps ahead of him as he shuffled forward. "Don't give a shit anyway."

"Like you said. Merle wasn't there for you, so why should you listen to him," the voice was further ahead now and he glanced around before he spotted it a few yards ahead between the trees. "So man the fuck up and use you head for once, asshole." When Daryl blinked, she was gone.

Dove had decided to take a break from the kitchen, but she didn't seem to be able to find anyone that she wanted to see. Glenn seemed even more miserable than before, the other men were back without much news, and Daryl still wasn't back yet. The last part made her feel uneasy. It was getting dark out. A creek on the porch made her turn her attention. "Julian, right? You find anything before," she stepped towards him.

The young man lowered his binoculars before he shook his head, "Not a thing. Sorry. Maybe your friend found something?"

"Who?"

"The redneck guy. Daryl?"

Dove scoffed, "I don't think that you can really say that me and Daryl are friends but…"

Andrea's panicked shouts about a walker cut through the relative silence. Dove felt her pulse quicken and Julian shook his head, "we don't get many walkers out this far." He stepped quickly off the porch to help out and shoved the binoculars into Dove's hand as he went.

Something in her gut told her to look through and when she did, the binoculars fell from her hand as she took off at a run. "Wait," she shouted as she ran faster than she thought she had in years. She didn't even realize how quick she was running until she was about halfway across the field.

"Is that Daryl," Glenn said.

"Holy hell, man. You look like shit," Julian shouted.

"That's the third time you've pointed that thing at my head," Dove heard Daryl reply and she slowed down to a walk as a relieved laugh left her lips. "You gonna pull the trigger or what?"

It was silent for a few moments as Dove continued to approach the group. Glenn turned and noticed her but as Dove opened her mouth to call out, a gunshot rang out. What left her throat instead was a panicked scream as adrenaline took over and she took off again. She didn't even realize what she'd done until her knees hit the ground. Rick was screaming back at Andrea and there was blood on her hands. "Jesus Christ, what the fuck," Dove turned her head back in the direction of camp before she turned her head back to the sight in front of her. "Dumb fucking bitch, cmon don't be dead please." Dove muttered as Rick dropped to the ground next to her. "She shot him in the fucking head," Dove's voice shook as she reached a shaking hand out and turned Daryl's head slightly.

"Good thing she's a bad shot," Rick mumbled as Daryl let out a pained groan. His eyes fluttered open for a moment and Dove felt relieved as she realized that he might look out of it, but he wasn't one of them. He wasn't dead yet. A hand on her shoulder pulled her to her feet as Glenn wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

Glenn gave her shoulder a squeeze as they watched Rick and Shane haul Daryl to his feet. "I was kidding," he growled before he passed out.

Anger flared through Dove as Andrea approached them asking if he was dead.

"He's wearing ears," Dove heard Glenn's panicked voice over the pounding of her blood in her ears. Her gaze fell to T-Dog as she fought to control her anger. How could you be so stupid Rick told you not to do it, she raged internally. Even the sight of Sophia's doll couldn't calm her down. All she could think of was how, if Andrea had killed Daryl, they would never know where Sophia might be.

She reached a boiling point as they crossed over into camp. All of the bullshit thoughts and prayers about Sophia. All of the wanting to save people and act like she was big and tough. On top of losing Sophia, it was too much. "I'm so sorry," she heard Andrea say again as Glenn finally released her arm.

"You're sorry," Dove rounded on the blonde woman. The few people who hadn't rushed into the house froze, Carol put a hand over her mouth and shook her head. "You're sorry that Sophia's missing. You're sorry that you wanted to blow yourself up. You're sorry that you fucking almost killed the one person who might have the best shot at finding Sophia," Dove's voice was eerily calm as she stepped closer to the blonde.

"I thought he was a walker! I was just trying," but Andrea didn't get to say what she was trying to do. There was a shout and all of a sudden, both women were on the ground. Dove only managed to land two punches to the woman before she was wrenched away from her.

"Bitch," Dove shouted as she was pulled back towards the house. She watched with narrowed eyes as Dale helped Andrea back to the RV.

"Holy shit," Julian mumbled as he held the squirming woman tighter as he tried to pull her towards the porch. It was quite a task, but once it was accomplished, he sat her in a chair and hurried off into the house.

Dove's attention finally turned from the RV as she winced. A quick look down showed her that a cold washcloth was being placed on her knuckle by Carol. "You shouldn't have done that," Carol mumbled.

"Yeah well, she shouldn't have shot someone," Dove closed her eyes and shook her head.

There were quiet footsteps as she heard Carol walk back into the house. She sat like that for a while before the door creaked open. She opened her hazel eyes and her shoulders slumped as Rick walked out. The sheriff knelt next to the chair and she felt her shoulders tense as she waited for him to reprimand her.

"I'm not here to yell at you," Rick sighed as he ran a hand down his face, "I very well should be for the stunt you pulled. I don't wanna have to hear about you tryin to fight like that in front of my son like that. I'm sure you understand," Rick glanced over at her.

Dove nodded her head before she turned her gaze over to Rick. "Sorry…I just got," she took a deep breath, "I got real angry like I haven't in a real long time."

Rick frowned and nodded his head, "I understand the last few days have been real hard on you and Carol, so you don't need me to be hard on you too." Dove sat up a little straighter and faced Rick fully. "But I just wanted you to know that Daryl's just fine. He's resting, we didn't tell him that you punched Andrea." She raised an eyebrow. "I think that's a discussion that you should be able to have by yourself. But he did tell us where he found Sophia's doll. Pointed it out on a map and everything so we have an even better grid to look for her," Rick smiled and Dove felt the corner of her mouth quirk up into a smile.

"Thank you, Rick," Dove whispered.

"Not a problem," Rick patted her arm.

Dove moved the washcloth from her hand and flexed her knuckles, "Guess it's best if I don't sit next to Andrea at dinner, huh," she joked and Rick chuckled quietly.

"I would advise you not to do that. Just in case," he rose to his feet and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I want you to know that I'm gonna do my best to find her. I promise."