With his hands pressed tightly over his ears, Jacob squinted at the road in which most of the group had gathered around to try and figure out just what was going on. Moments prior, everyone had been doing their own thing. However, unexpectedly, a loud alarm began to blare through the air, getting louder ever second that seemed to pass.

The siren engulfed him, completely capturing his brain and rendering every semi-logical thought and conclusion he mustered up. Jacob could feel his heart beat every single pound within his chest. Though he tried his hardest to keep calm and block out the noise, it continued to fill his ear drums. Jacob looked around desperately, what he was looking for, he wasn't entirely sure.

It was clear to everyone where and what the noise was coming from when Dale called out that a stolen car was making its way towards camp. In seconds, Jacob's eyes were filled with the unmistakeable sight of a red sports car, much like the one Carl had shown him terrible drawings of. As soon as the car came to a stop, Jacob knew what it was he was looking so desperately for... His mum.

"Holy crap!" Dale exclaimed from the top of the R.V when Glenn exited the car, a grin bigger than any Jacob had ever seen before. "Turn that damn thing off!" He added, raising a brow at Glenn who continued to smile.

"I don't know how." Glenn told him, shrugging his shoulders. Jacob felt Shane brush pass him and move towards Glenn, his face blank as he motioned towards the car.

"Pop the hood, please." Shane asked, looking as though he wanted to say so much more than he did. Jacob watched the scene before him, his eyes moving from person to person when each one spoke. Quicker than he liked to admit, he lost his place within the conversation when Amy began to ask Glenn about her sister. He found it difficult to keep track of who was saying what. "POP THE HOOD!"

It was almost as though a breath of fresh air was released the moment Glenn had followed Shanes instructions, allowing the older man to pull some wires that cut the siren off in seconds. "Andrea, is she okay? Why isn't she with you?" Amy asked as Jacob lowered his hands and stood on his tiptoes, trying to see if Molly was inside the car.

"Yeah, fine... Everybody is." Glenn said, answering the question that had been on everyone's mind. "Well... Merle an-" He cut himself off as he motioned towards Jacob, trying to make it seem as though he wasn't about to talk about him to the others while he was stood right in front of them. "Uh, little guys... Guardian... too." Jacob tilted his head, trying to make out the looks of shock that were plastered over a few faces.

"Are you crazy, driving this wailing bastard up here?" Shane demanded, shaking his head slightly. Though his tone suggested he was angry, his face was also plastered in slight remorse. "Are you trying to draw every walker for miles?"

"The alarm was echoing all over these hills." Dale said, causing Jacob to jump slightly when the old man laid a hand on his shoulder, sending him a small smile. "Hard to pinpoint the source." Shane made a noise of disagreement. "I'm not arguing, I'm just saying..." As though he decided to side with Shane, Dale moved his gaze to Glenn. "It wouldn't hurt you to think things through a little more carefully next time, would it?"

When Jacob looked back at Glenn, he noticed instantly that his smile was no longer visible. He mumbled a small sorry. "I, uh... Got a cool car." He said, a nervous smile beginning to take over his frown. Jacob grinned as he clapped his hands together, causing Glenn's smile to brighten.

Before anything else could be said, the sound of another vehicle approaching camp filled the air around them. Jacob bounced on the hills of his feet, excited to see his mother after what felt like a lifetime without her. He gasped slightly and turned on his heel, running through the camp and towards the one he and Molly shared when he remembered the drawing he had spent no longer than ten minutes on. Though it wasn't much, he wanted her to know that he had thought about her.

Stumbling through the tent and tripping on the bag Molly kept beside the door-flap, Jacob rummaged through his bag he had asked Shane politely to return to his sleeping bag an hour previously. "Mumma, gone love it." He mumbled, a grin on his face when he unfolded the once white paper and admired his artistic skills. Hearing a loud commotion from everyone back by the road, Jacob pushed himself to his feet and stumbled out the tent.

Tripping on gravel and numerous rocks, the three-year-old made his way back to the cars, noticing that Lori and Carl were with a man he couldn't remember ever seeing around camp. As he tried to catch his breath, Jacob began to take a look around, trying to spot Molly through the small crowd of people. "Mumma'?" He mumbled, twisting around in order to take a look in different directions. "Ma'?" He called out, louder.

"Jacob, hey buddy..." Shane spoke up from behind him, causing Jacob to turn and raised a brow up at him. "Look, I..." He trailed off, not knowing exactly what to say and just how to say what he needed the boy to know. He sighed deeply, kneeling down in order to meet Jacob's eyes. "Moll- Your mum... She, uh... She's not come back with the others."

Jacob frowned deeply, trying to look around Shanes body as if he didn't believe a word that was being said to him. "Why she no come back?" He mumbled as he continued to look, almost convincing himself that if he continued to look, she'd just appear out of thin air. "Mumma never leaves for long."

"She didn't want to leave." Shane said, firmly. "There was just a bit of a problem in the city... She's with someone else and I'm sure they'll both be back first thing tomorrow." He said, forcing a smile onto his face. "They may even come back tonight."

Jacob said nothing as he surveyed Shane's face, noticing the smile that he was portraying was as fake as the time he pretended to be sick in order to skip going to the elderly neighbours house for tea. Once again, his heart began to beat a little faster at the thought of spending a night without his mum. Never before could he remember ever being without her at night.

"Disoriented." Jacob heard Rick mumble. "I guess that comes closest." He wiped at his cheek as he continued to listen to the conversation being held outside Shanes tent. After an afternoon of sitting and waiting for his mother to return, Jacob had all but given up on Shanes words and strolled off towards the tent. However, Shane had stopped him halfway, mentioning that it wasn't safe for him to be so far away on his own. "Fear, confusion, all those things but... Disoriented comes closest. I felt like I'd been ripped out of my life and put somewhere else. For a while I thought I was trapped in some coma dream, something I might not wake up from ever."

Though he's never admit it or say it aloud, Jacob was angry that he lost his mum and Carl gained his dad. In true three-year-old way he refused to talk to the older boy as revenge. Why does Carl get two parents with him, and he can't even have one? It was unfair. Though he had been determined to stay awake until Molly returned, Jacob began to nod off when he heard Shane and Ed debating over a log. In seconds, he was asleep.

Outside the tent, Shane had retaken his seat after his small altercation with Ed. The tension in the air that had arrived when the city goers did had still not left. It lay thickly over the group, mostly due to the unspoken two that were meant to be with them. Dale looked around and sighed, he didn't want to be the one to bring it up, but he knew it had to be spoken about. "Has anyone given any thought to Daryl Dixon? He won't be happy to hear his brother was left behind."

Almost as soon as the name Daryl was spoken, Andrea, T-dog, Glenn and Morales shared looks of nervousness. Though it slipped passed a few members of the group, others weren't so luckily. "What?" Lori asked, raising a brow. "Why are you looking at each other like that?"

"Uh... Let's just say it's not only his brother that was left behind." Glenn muttered, cowering at the glared Andrea shot him. "Or not?"

"You mean Molly, right?" Shane spoke up, raising his own brow at Glenn who looked towards Andrea for permission to talk. "Because I think we've all got a right to know."

"It's not our place to tell you." Andrea said, shaking her head before Glenn even had the chance to breath. "I don't even think Molly wanted us to know but Merle wouldn't let it slide once he knew."

"Knew what?" Lori demanded, sounding like a teenager that needed to know the latest gossip. "What could possibly have been said that needs to be kept a secret?" She said, pointing towards Shane's tent. "If it's got something to do with that little boy in there, than surely we deserve to know... We're going to have to look after him after all."

"It's nothing to do with him." Morales said, his accent prominent as he shook his head. "Glenn just means that there was a reason Molly stayed behind with Merl-"

"Well, it couldn't have been from the goodness in her heart because we all know what Merle's like." Shane said, a dry laugh leaving his mouth. "I doubt she'd willing stay with a man she barely knows and is one of the most racist men I think I've ever met."

"That's the thing..." Andrea mumbled, a wince leaving her. "It might've been from the goodness of her heart because she knew Dixon. Before the outbreak and I'm talking a good few years. She knew Merle and Daryl."

"She's from Virginia." Dale spoke up, his brows furrowed. "She told me the day after she joined the camp that she wasn't born nor raised in Georgia..."

"She also told us down at the Quarry that she left Virginia before she even hit twenty." Amy corrected, shaking her head in slight disbelief. "Molly James knows the Dixons? I just can't see her hanging around with men like that." Once again, Glenn, Morales, Andrea and T-Dog shared a look. Only this time, it was much better covered.

"I dropped the key, It's on me." T-Dog spoke up, returning to the previous question. "I'll tell him."

"But I cuffed him." Rick said, shaking his head slightly. "That makes it mine."

"Guys," Glenn interrupted, shaking his head as he rested his elbows on his knees. "It's not a competition. "I don't mean to bring race into this, but it might sound better coming from a white guy."

T-Dog shook his head slowly, sighing deeply as he bit the inside of his cheek. "I did what I did..." He muttered, looking towards the fire in order to keep his emotions back. "Hell if I'm gonna hide from him."

Amy muttered something about lying which made Andrea disagree almost as soon as the words had left her sisters mouth. "We tell the truth... Merle was out of control. Something had to be done or he'd have gotten us killed. Molly had the chance to leave, but she didn't. That's not on us either..." She mumbled towards the end, sending a small smile towards Lori. "Your husband did what was necessary."

"And that's what we tell Daryl?" Dale asked, a dry laugh leaving him as he looked around, trying to understand just what was happening. "I don't see a rational discussion to be had from that, do you?" He said, rhetorically. "Word to the wise, we're going to have our hands full when he gets back from his hunt."

"He was calling my name..." T-Dog trailed off, shaking his head as he continued to look into the flames. "I was scared and I ran. I'm not ashamed of it."

"We were all scared. We all ran." Andrea said, raising a brow softly. "What's your point?"

A moment of silence filled the air as everyone's eyes turned towards T-Dog's form. As though he felt the many piercing gazes on himself, T-Dog looked up and around at everyone. "I stopped long enough to chain that door." He said, firmly. "Staircase is narrow. Maybe half a dozen geeks can squeeze against it at any one time. It's not enough to break through that... Not that chain, not that padlock." Shaking his head, T-Dog looked around once more, insuring he was heard correctly. "My point is that Dixon and James are still alive... They're probably still up there, Dixon handcuffed on that roof. That's on us."

Jacob ignored everyone and anyone the next morning, preferring to sit alone by the unlit fire and keep his eyes on the road. It had been the worst night's sleep he had ever been subjected to in Shanes tent, mostly due to the older man snoring for half of the night. Not only was he beyond tired, but Jacob was still angry from the previous day. Those two traits mixed with a three-year-old was something bad waiting to happen.

He had refused Shane's offer to collect water with him down at the Quarry and also refused to play a game with Carl and Sophia. To him, Jacob felt as though everyone was acting as though his mother being gone wasn't an issue. Just the mere thought of her had tears pooling in his eyes once more. However, he jumped from his spot on the ground when a series of screams and shouts erupted throughout the air.

Jacob pushed himself from the ground and looked off towards the direction in which the screams were coming from. He noticed Shane, Lori and Rick take off towards the screams. Not knowing what to do, Jacob followed after them, stumbling to a stop when Jacqui gripped his shoulder as he ran past. She shook her head at him. "You stay here, okay?" She asked, waiting for him to nod before she forced a smile. "I'm sure they're all okay."

"Could be Mumma." Jacob mumbled, twisting his fingers, trying to keep the emotions back as Jacqui sighed and kneeled in front of him. The screaming and shouting had stopped.

"Oh, baby... Your mum wouldn't want you running off, would she?" She asked, raising a brow softly as she smiled sadly. Jacob shook his head after a few moments, agreeing with what he was being told. "She'd want you safe until she can get back and keep an eye on you herself."

Jacqui shot to her feet when footsteps were heard behind her. She relaxed slightly as she sent Jacob a final smile, moving around him and back towards the washing she had been folding. Jacob noticed Daryl stomping his way through camp and towards his own, calling out for his brother.

Gasping slightly, Jacob set of after the younger Dixon in hopes that he'd be able to get some answers as to where the two's relatives were exactly. If Daryl knew Jacob was following him, his little legs running in order to catch up to him, He didn't voice it. He ignored him as he called out for Merle once more.

"Daryl, just... Slow up a bit." Shane called out from behind the two. "I need to talk to you." Jacob gasped slightly when Daryl came to a stop. He rubbed at his forehead that had just smacked into Daryl's leg as he tried to balance himself. "There was... There was a problem in Atlanta."

A round of silence went throughout the camp as the residence all seemed to have their eyes on Daryl, waiting for the reaction to the news they knew was coming. Putting two and two together, Daryl realised what Shane must've been talking about. "He dead?"

"We're not sure." Shane said softly, shaking his head. Jacob took a few steps back when Daryl advanced towards Shane, his brow raised and a scowl on his face.

"He either is or 'e ain't!" Daryl stated, his shoulders tense.

"There's no easy way to say this so I'll just say it." Rick spoke up, making his way towards the two a look of slight regret plastered across his face.

"Who're you?" Daryl demanded, his posture stiffining slightly at the sight of an unfamiliar man. Rick gave up his name which caused Daryl to snort. "Rick Grimes, you got something you want to tell me?" He took a few choice steps towards Rick, his line of squirrels beside him.

"Your brother was a danger to us all." Rick told him, trying to calm the situation before it got even more out of hand. "So, I handcuffed him on a roof, hooked him to a piece of metal." He shrugged slightly, wiping at his nose. "He's still there."

"Hold on, let me process this..." Daryl trailed off, rubbing at his forehead while he paced in front of Rick. He looked over his shoulder at the people who all seemed to be watching him, growing angrier the seconds that passed. "Yer' saying ya' handcuffed my brother ta' a roof and yeh' left him there?!"

In an instant, Jacob felt himself being pulled away from the scene slightly. He looked up to see Glenn staring in shock at Rick and Daryl. However, as soon as Jacob tried to turn to look, the Asian man shook his head and kept his hand placed on the boy's head, keeping his face facing the opposite way. Jacob jumped slightly and the scuffle that was happening behind him. He heard something about a knife which caused him to frown and try to look once more. "You best let me go!"

"Nah, I think it's better if I don't." Shane told Daryl, his voice slighter deeper as though he was fighting against something. "C'mon man, we can keep this up all day!"

"I'd like to have a calm discussion on the topic, do you think we can manage that?" Jacob heard another small scuffle before he felt Glenn move his hand from the top of his head. He glared up at the Asian and moved swiftly away from him, turning to face the scene one more. "What I did was not on a whim." Rick began once more; insuring Daryl was listening to the words he was speaking. "Your brother does not work and play well with others."

"It's not Ricks fault." T-Dog mustered up the courage to speak up from beside Jacob. Though Jacob would never know, he had moved beside the young boy as a sort of safety net in order to insure Daryl wouldn't go for him. "I had the key, I dropped it."

"What you couldn't pick it up?" Daryl demanded rather than asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"I dropped it down a drain."

Daryl laughed dryly, shaking his head as he spun around. "If it's supposed ta' make me feel better, it doesn't."

"Well, maybe this will..." T-Dog spoke louder, moving around Jacob slightly. "Look I chained the door to the roof... So, the geeks couldn't get at them." He told him, noticing the slight frown that etched its way onto Daryl's face.

"Tha' fuck yeh' mean, them?" Daryl demanded, raising a brow slightly as T-Dog looked towards Andrea who shrugged. "I'm talkin' ta' ya'!"

"Look, he wasn't alone when we left him." Rick stood in, a small nod of thanks coming from T-Dog. "A woman... Molly was with him when we left." Daryl shook his head, not believing what he was hearing. It was one thing Merle saying she had been at camp. However, having confirmation from someone who wasn't on drugs, nor a pathological liar did something to his insides. "It's gotta count for something."

"Yer' tellin' me, all of you, everyone of yeh' that went into tha' god-damn city just left the pair of them there?" Daryl all but demanded, shaking his head as he tried to keep the anger at bay. "Cause I know she wouldn't 'ave done nothin' bad enough for you sorry pricks ta' leave her there! Man, just tell me where they are, so as I can go get them."

"I'll take you there myself." Rick told him.