Daryl was trying one last ditch attempt to get Beth to stay within the walls of Alexandria; she folded her arms atop her small bump and stood her ground, looking up at him with steely eyes.

Whilst Rick and a small few made the return trip to Hilltop to collect the rest of what they were owed, Daryl was heading out to scavenge with Michonne and Glen. Tired of being left behind, Beth had insisted on taking the trip to Hilltop with the others.

'It'll be a couple of hours round trip.' She said. 'I'll be back here before you are.'

'I thought you said that you were going to make an effort t'keep yerself an' the baby safe, now.' Daryl groaned.

Beth smiled.

'I'll be sitting inside an RV.' She said. 'Not out in the open. Besides, Rick and Abraham are going – besides you, they're the safest people to be with.'

Daryl ground his teeth, his eyes narrowed behind his hair, but Beth could see he had mentally relented.

She offered him her sweetest smile.

'See you tonight.' She said.

He sighed.

'Fine.' He said.

'You ready?' Maggie asked, walking over to her as the engine to the RV stuttered to life.

Beth nodded as Daryl headed towards his bike; she wanted to grab him and kiss him goodbye, but she knew when she was on thin ice, so she just let him go and followed her sister. Sometimes he just needed to stew.

The rest of the party joined them, and Beth was a little surprised to see Eugene was joining them. He nodded to her and she climbed onboard.

'Alright,' Abraham said, looking to Sasha who sat in the seat beside him with a twinkle Beth recognised in his eye. 'Let's get this show on the road.'

They drove for a while, in relative silence, with Abraham behind the wheel, Sasha beside him, and the rest of them in the back. Eugene sat at the table, pouring over old maps, whilst Rick kept a quiet eye on them all, occasionally speaking to Eugene about a route or landmark.

'What the bitch.'

They had not been driving for long at all, yet Abraham slowed the RV.

Rick moved to the front of the van to peer out of the front windows.

'What?' Beth heard him say.

'Enemy close.' Abraham said.

Beth got up and moved forward too – ahead of them were at least half a dozen men, standing around what looked like another man, lying face up in the road.

'We doing this?' Abraham asked.

Rick was quiet for a moment.

'No.' He said, shouldering his gun and heading for the door. He stepped out onto the dusty road, raising his hands as he walked a slow, deliberate step.

The rest of the RV followed, and Beth glanced at her sister to assess the situation, before following.

'He's someone who was with a whole lot of someones who didn't listen.' The man at the front of these stranger men called, offering them a slimy grin beneath a thick moustache as he gestured to the man on the floor.

Rick stood still for a moment, his eyes working their way over the men before them all with an intensity Beth knew purely as Rick. He kept his hands in the air.

'We can make a deal.' He said eventually. 'Right here. Right now.'

'That's right. We can.' The man with the smile said. 'Give us all your stuff. We'll probably have to kill one of you. That's just the way it is, but then we can start moving forward on business. All you have to do is listen.' Beth swallowed as she heard Rick sigh. 'Yeah…' Rick said, his voice light and airy. 'That deal's not going to work for us. Fact is, I was about to ask for all your stuff. Only I'm thinking I don't have to kill any of you.' Beth heard the smile in his voice then. 'Any more of you.' Beth's heart rate was up, despite Rick's confidence. She felt like he was missing something – something bigger than this. The smoking car on their previous excursion had got her back up, her mind racing. They matched them, number for number, as they stood facing off in the middle of the road, but Beth couldn't help her eyes from drifting out to the trees beyond, seeking out any hidden men amongst the underbrush. The man before them, clearly the leader of this small pack, shifted from foot to foot in a way Beth had seen Daryl do many times before – nervous, excited energy. It only added to Beth's nerves. The man next to him began to shake a bottle in his hand; he leant down and sprayed a red X onto the chest of the man in the road.

Rick looked back to his family stood behind him, clearly exasperated at the pageantry.

'Sorry, my deal is the only deal. We don't negotiate.' The moustached man said.

'Me and my people are leaving.' Rick replied, beginning to walk backward; his people, including Beth, began to move backwards too, as if they all moved and breathed as one. Which, she supposed, after so many years together, they did.

'Okay, friend.' The man shrugged. 'Plenty of ways to get to where you're going.'

Rick paused at the door of the RV, glancing over to the men before them as the rest of them climbed back on board.

'You want to make today your last day on Earth?' He asked.

'No,' the man said, pausing to look up at the sky. 'But that is a good thing to bring up. Think about it. What if it's the last day on Earth for you? For someone you love? What if that's true? Maybe you should be extra nice to those people in that RV, 'cause you never know…' He snapped his fingers, leaving his hand hanging in the air for emphasis. 'Just like that. Be kind to each other. Like you said - like it was your last day on earth.'

Rick nodded as if he was contemplating the man's words.

'You do the same.' He said, climbing back on and closing the door.

Beth sat on the sofa and watched as Rick leant over the front seat to look at the men as Abraham put the RV into reverse. She kept her eyes on the man, who remained confident, but she could see a fire in his eyes. Her heart hammered in her chest.

'There are other routes.' Rick said.

Abraham nodded as he turned the large van around; they had already agreed on alternative routes ahead of time, in case they should run into anything. Admittedly, they had been anticipating fallen trees or landslides or perhaps a horde of walkers – not six men with guns and a hostage.

'Do you think they're trying to stop us from getting to Hill Top?' Maggie asked as they headed in their new direction.

'I think maybe they just want to put on a show.' Rick said. 'Scare tactics. They don't like that we took so many of them out.'

Maggie nodded.

They drove a little longer in silence, until Abraham, in his own unique way, broke it.

'Bitch nuts.' He said.

For the second time, the RV slowed to a stop.

Ahead of them were five cars, surrounded by men with more guns. More men than before, and although they weren't close enough to really see, Beth was pretty sure these were different men.

'We making our stand?' Sasha asked.

Rick was quiet, his eyes ahead of them, searching the men, the gears of his brain clearly kicking in as he thought every possibility through.

'No, not now.' He said. 'They've been waiting. They're ready. With one of us behind the wheel, that's six on… sixteen.' He nodded to himself. 'We're gonna play it our way. How we want it.'

Abraham nodded; Rick tapped his arm.

'Alright. Go slow.' He said.

The RV jolted lightly, then began to move backwards again; once it was rolling, the man at the front of this new group stepped forward, and began to fire his gun into the air. Warning shots.

Abraham turned the RV around and headed back the way they had come.

'Those weren't the same men that blocked the road last time.' Rick said.

'Same outfit, different soldiers.' Abraham agreed. 'They got numbers.'

Rick nodded.

'You think we should head back?' Sasha said as they drove.

'No…' Rick said slowly. 'I think they're trying to scare us.'

'They know about the Hill Top.' Beth said. 'They know that's where we want to go.'

'They're just trying to scare us away.' Rick said. 'We can't let them. We won't.'

'I don't think we're going to get there without a fight.' Sasha said, and her dark eyes flicked to Beth. 'I think we should turn back.'

'What's to say they aren't waiting for us there, too?' Maggie said. 'Blocking us in from both angles?'

Rick was nodding.

'How are we on gas?' He said.

'Half a tank.' Abraham said. 'I pulled some more cans before we left.'

'We keep driving.'

Beth sighed, suddenly feeling very trapped.

They did not get much further when Abraham stopped again; Rick moved to the front once more.

There were bodies blocking them again, but these ones were no longer alive.

Chained together were a dozen walkers, spread out across the road in a once-human barricade.

'We can't go through it.' Rick said, in a grisly imitation of an old children's book Beth remembered her mother reading to her. 'Can't risk the RV.' He sighed. 'You stay behind the wheel, just in case.' He said. 'We'll clear it.'

He headed towards the door, and everyone but Abraham followed.

The growls of the walkers were louder once they were outside the vehicle, and they joined with the constant clinking of the straining chains. They headed for the human chain link with slow, deliberate steps.

'Putting together a red rover like that takes people.' Eugene said, his gun held against his cheek as he aimed down the barrel. 'A lot of them.'

Beth looked over them, trying not to focus on the gaunt, snarling faces.

'Come on.' Rick said. 'Let's do this.'

Beth tightened her grip on her knife, stepping forward – but before she could raise it, her blood ran ice cold. Time seemed to slow as her mouth dried and her stomach dropped to the leaf ridden floor beneath her boots.

'Wait.' She said. 'That's Daryl's.'

One of the walker's had two crossbow bolts deliberately dug into its chest – and Beth would recognise those bolts anywhere – an imitation of one was etched into her wrist for life.

'That's Michonne's.' Maggie said.

Beth was just about able to move her eyes from those bolts over to a dreadlock, clearly taken from Michonne's head, pushed into the skull of another walker. Her heart skipped a beat. What the hell was going on?

Rick seemed to be struggling with it all himself; his face had paled, and his eyes were suddenly wild, like every thought was racing through his head too quickly for him to keep up with. He stepped forward, a snarl crossing his face, as he ripped the dread from the head. He held it in his hand, then, with a grunt, raised his axe.

Before it could make his mark, a bullet whizzed off of it, startling them all.

This bullet was followed by several more, and Beth threw her arms over her head, ducking.

'Get back to the RV!' Rick shouted. 'Go!'

His hatchet still raised, Rick ran for the walkers, slashing down at the arms of the one who had been dressed up like Michonne. Beth followed him, slashing at the sinews of skin with her own knife. They broke apart, and the walkers fell away from each other. Beth stabbed her knife into the nearest one as someone behind her shot through the others, forcing them to the side of the road as shots continued to rain down on them from above.

With the walker barricade removed, they ran for cover, clambering aboard the RV.

'Start it up!' Sasha cried.

Beth fell to the table, her hands managing to catch her before she fell into the surface as she gasped for air.

Those were Daryl's bolts.

Where the hell was Daryl.

Abraham gunned the RV.

'They were firing at our feet.' Rick said, his face serious. 'They blocked the road, but they weren't trying to stop us. They want us in this direction.'

Beth nodded; she had been thinking the exact same thing.

Eugene had the map out on the table beside Beth, and Sasha was looking over it with him.

'Barton road takes us north,' she was saying. 'But they gotta know we want to go North.'

'Rick.' Abraham said.

Beth looked up.

Before them were move cars, more men, even more than before.

'Go back.' Rick said.

No-one spoke for a moment.

'Where.' Abraham said.

Beth swallowed.

Abraham sighed, and put the RV back in to reverse.

They had barely got half a mile before a giant road block in the form of logs blocked them – giant felled trunks stacked high up one on top of the other.

Abraham stopped the RV, and with what looked a great deal of effort, Rick pushed open the door once more.

The rest followed, their guns ready, but no longer raised.

'These tracks…' Eugene said, as he looked down at the dark tire marks all across the road. 'They would indicate they not only have people, but some big ass toys and capabilities.'

Abraham stepped up.

'What it indicates,' he said, 'is that we are neck-deep up shit creek with our mouths wide open.'

Rick sighed.

Beth turned to look at her sister, to gauge her reaction, when a frightened shout followed by the clanking of chains drew their attention – as Beth spun around to look, a man fell over the edge of the bridge behind them, his arms and legs flailing as a chain caught around his neck.

The scream was strangled to a gargled stop as his body jolted still, the chain tightening around his neck; he scrabbled at it, his hands clasping as he gasped.

He continued to choke, trashing about wildly, until his movements slowed, his kicks became less frequent, and finally his hand fell away from his throat.

The small group, who had innocently set out that morning to collect their supplies for what they believed had been a job well done, stood in silence, looking up at the man that now hung lifeless, a giant red X sprayed on to his chest.

To Beth, that X said more than anything else had all day.

No-one spoke; no-one needed to.

Behind them, the logs went up in flames.

'You're treating your people good, right?' A voice they all recognised called. 'Like it was your last day on Earth? Or maybe one of theirs? You better go. It's gonna get hot. You go get where you're going.'

'Go, go.' Rick said quietly. 'Get on.'

He saw them all on, then climbed aboard.

Abraham reversed again, and Beth began to feel like they had travelled backwards more than forwards all day.

They got away from the growing flames, the flickering light disappearing below the horizon. Abraham stopped the RV.

'So.' He said, sitting back in his chair. 'What's our play?'

Rick sighed.

'They're going to be everywhere.' Maggie said. 'Whichever way we go. Toward Hill Top or back home.'

Beth lay her hand atop her stomach, her heart beating heavily. It had been a simple, routine outing. There and back, so she had told Daryl only hours ago. An easy trip in an RV, no risk of stray bullets or walkers getting her out in the open. Easy.

She rubbed her hand over the middle of her belly, feeling her baby stir.

'So, they're ahead of us, probably behind us.' Eugene said, and Beth looked up to see him looking at her. 'But they're not waiting on us, per se, they're waiting on this rust bucket. And they don't know the moment-to-moment occupancy of said rust-bucket. And the sun sets soon.'

Rick looked at Eugene, understanding what he was saying.

'I haven't exactly been given ample opportunity to prove that I am in fact an integral member of this here party.' Eugene said.

Beth looked at him, her heart in her throat, and he caught her eye; she had never really spoken to Eugene, always finding him a little odd, but she had seen the way he followed Abraham, the way he admired him. He had been in the meeting the day before, and he had offered her a slightly mumbled congratulations from across the room when she had announced her pregnancy.

Her breath stuttered.

Rick looked to her; Eugene had not said so much out loud, but the insinuation that he was offering this up as opportunity for Beth to escape hung in the air between them all.

'Alright.' Rick said. He looked to Beth. She nodded.

They waited for a while, until the sun dipped below the trees, as they gathered the few belongings they had brought out.

'Are you going to be okay?' Maggie asked Beth quietly as they got ready to leave.

Beth nodded.

'Don't count me out yet.' She said.

Maggie nodded.

'If you see a car, try to siphon the gas.' Rick said to Eugene, as they stood amongst the clearing the RV was parked in. 'Other than that, you keep moving.'

'I'll have them thinking we're playing their game.' Eugene nodded. 'All phases of the turn, level after level, move after move, I'll keep them spun. I assure you, I will. I got something for you.' He reached into the inner pocket of his jacket, and produced several papers. 'It's a recipe, and it ain't gazpacho. How to Build Bullets can show you where, just in case.'

Rick was quiet for a moment before he took the papers.

'Thank you for this.' He said seriously. 'For all of it. We're lucky you're here.'

'I won't argue with that.' Eugene smiled.

'You go steady on the pedal.' Abraham said then, approaching them. 'You don't make that thing gulp.'

'How come you never let me drive the truck?'

'I didn't think you could do it.' Abraham told him. 'I was wrong. You're a survivor.' He laughed softly. 'You always were. We just didn't know it. Me and you both.'

He held out a hand to Eugene, who looked at it, then moved in to hug the larger man. Abraham hugged him back.

'Eugene,' Beth said when they had parted. She laid a gently hand on his forearm. 'Thank you.'

Eugene looked at her, his face one Beth found hard to read.

He nodded.

'You get you and that baby to safety.' He said.

Beth nodded.

'Come on.' Rick said, hoisting up his gun as the sky around them darkened rapidly. 'Let's get going.'

Beth gave Eugene one last smile, then took her sister's out stretched hand and followed what was left of their party into the trees.

They walked perhaps fifty paces, Beth's heart in her throat the entire time, one hand in her sister's, the other protectively on her stomach.

Fifty terrified paces that took them no further from danger – in fact, as an ominous whistling began to breeze through the surrounding trees, they realised they had only walked further in to it.

The whistles moved around them, and as they stopped in their tracks, looking around their selves in frantic panic, the bodies the whistles belonged to emerged.

Just as Beth was beginning to understand the bigger picture, a blinding light switched on; she threw one hand in front of her eyes, panic merging in to confusion.

'Good!' That same voice said. 'You made it.'

Beth lowered her arm to look around the clearing they had stumbled in to – and her eyes fell instantly onto Eugene. He was kneeling on the ground, his bloodied face pale and terrified. The man with the moustache stepped forward into the light – which Beth realised now were headlamps.

'Welcome to where you're going.' He said. 'We'll take your weapons. Now.'

'We can talk about it-' Rick began.

'We're done talking.' The man said. 'Time to listen.'

The surrounding people moved in then, and Beth stood helpless as they removed their guns from them, taking Beth's knife from her limp hand. There were too many of them – far, far too many.

'Alright.' The man said. 'Let's get you on your knees.'

Rick stood, and Beth clearly saw the fear on his face as he looked around the clearing, taking in the sheer number of them. The fear in his usually so confident eyes broke her heart clear in two.

He looked around them, his mouth open, his eyes flitting from person to person as the man with the moustache stood before him. Slowly, he allowed his knees to bend, and his family followed suit.

Beth knelt beside her sister, the small stones and mud of the ground digging into her knees through her leggings.

'Dwight!' The main man called, and a new man emerged from the crowd. He moved towards a van and opened the door, and Beth felt her already broken heart shatter as the light fell onto the bodies within – sweating and covered in blood, Daryl fell into the clearing, where the man named Dwight forced him to his knees. Michonne and Glenn followed out behind him, each as badly beaten at Daryl.

Glenn was the first to look up – he caught Maggie's eyes.

'Maggie?' He said, and the man behind him roughly pushed him to his knees.

Daryl followed his eyes then, his own swollen eyes falling on Beth. He stared at her, his lower lip trembling. Beth felt her breath hitch as tears rose to her eyes.

'Alright!' The moustached man said, stepping back to look over all of them. 'We got a full house! Let's meet the man.'

He stepped back to knock against the camper that was parked behind him.

Beth looked away from the broken form of Daryl and over to the van as the door opened.

'Pissing our pants yet?'

The man who stepped out was garbed in a leather jacket, a barbed baseball bat slung over one shoulder.

'Boy. Do I have a feeling we're getting close.' He said.

Beth watched as he strolled casually across the clearing, grinning down at all of them. She tightened her hands against the fabric of her knees, trying not to touch her belly, trying, in fact, to hide it as she hunched over. This man did not strike her as someone who would spare a pregnant woman.

'Which one of you pricks is the leader?' He asked.

'It's this one.' The moustached man said, pointing to Rick. 'He's the one.'

'Hi.' He said, stopping in front of Rick. 'You're Rick, right? I'm Negan. And I do not appreciate you killing my men.'

Beth tore her eyes from the man in front of them all, all smiles in leather.

Rick Grimes was shaking in fear.

'Not cool.' The man named Negan said. 'You have no idea how not cool that shit is. But I think you're gonna be up to speed shortly. Yeah.' He nodded, pausing in his steps. 'You are so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes. Yes, you are. You see, Rick, whatever you do, no matter what, you don't mess with the new world order.' He spread his arms out around him, the barbed bat glinting in the headlamps. 'And the new world order is this, and it's really very simple. So, even if you're stupid, which you very may well be, you can understand it. You ready? Here goes. Pay attention.'

Negan swung his bat down from over his shoulder and pointed it into Rick's pale face. He grinned.

'Give me your shit or I will kill you. Today was career day. We invested a lot so you would know who I am and what I can do. You work for me now. You have shit, you give it to me. That's your job.' He grinned. 'Now, I know that is a mighty big, nasty pill to swallow, but swallow it you most certainly will. You ruled the roost. You built something. You thought you were safe. I get it. But the word is out. You are not safe. Not even close. In fact, you are pegged, more pegged if you don't do what I want. And what I want is half your shit. And if that's too much, you can make, find, or steal more, and it'll even out sooner or later. This is your way of life now. The more you fight back, the harder it will be. So, if someone knocks on your door.'

He grinned, beginning to pace again slowly in front of them all, his bat swinging beside his legs.

'You let us in. We own that door. You try to stop us and we will knock it down. You understand?'

He walked back to Rick, leaning down and cupping a hand to his ear before him.

'What, no answer?' He grinned, stepping back again.

'You don't really think that you were gonna get through this without being punished, now, did you? I don't want to kill you people. Just want to make that clear from the get-go. I want you to work for me. You can't do that if you're dead, now, can you? I'm not growing a garden. But you killed my people, a whole damn lot of them. More than I'm comfortable with. And for that, for that you're gonna pay.'

He stopped speaking, finally, then, and looked around at them all, pausing momentarily on each face. Beth kept her eyes steady as his beady eyes moved to her – he looked at her, a smug smile playing on his lips beneath the beard stubble; she struggled to keep her breathing even as fear seeped into her pores, but she kept her eyes steady.

'So, now I'm gonna beat the holy hell outta one of you.' Beth's stomach plummeted again, and she tightened her hands on her thighs. 'This.' He said, lifting his bat into the air and grinning at it. 'This is Lucille, and she is awesome. All this, all this is just so we can pick out which one of you gets the honor.' He looked over them all again, walking slowly around. His eyes met Beth's again, and she felt her blood run cold, but then they moved from her. Beth watched as he moved to the other members of her family – he looked to Maggie, who was shaking beside her, tears in her eyes – to Daryl, who was shivering as blood ran down his face – to Abraham, who, instead of looking away or scared, sat up. He held Negan's eye, straightening his back and puffing out his chest. Negan grinned. 'Huh.' He nodded. Then he laughed, leaning back as though he was thoroughly enjoying himself. 'I simply cannot decide.' He laughed, and the sound sent chills across the clearing. 'I got an idea.' He pointed his bat at Rick. 'Eenie.' He said. He moved it to Maggie. 'Meenie.' Abraham. 'Miney.' Michonne. 'Mo.' Glenn. 'Catch.' Daryl. 'A tiger.' Sasha. 'By his toe.' Eugene. 'If he hollars.' Beth. 'Let him go.' He grinned. He moved around the group once more, bat landing before white, shuddering faces. 'My mother… told me… to always pick… the very best one …' Beth held her breath as tears spilled over her lashes and ran down her clammy cheeks. 'And you… are … it.' He held his bat still. Beth held her fists against her thighs, shaking so hard so thought she might go into an early labour.

'You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry.' He said. 'Hell, you're all gonna be doing that.'

Beth watched as his grin widened, and the scene seemed to unfold in slow motion as Negan lifted up his bat, paused, and then swung it down sharp onto Abraham's head.

The thwack that echoed over the clearing was followed by screams and shouts, many of which tore from Beth's own throat. Abraham went down instantly as his skull caved, and Beth could hear Sasha's gut wrenching scream.

Abraham pushed himself back up.

Blood dripped down his face from the deep wound in his head, but he forced himself back on to his knees to look Negan in the face.

'Suck… my… nuts.' He grunted.

Negan swung his bat down once more.

Beth looked away, squeezing her eyes shut as the sound of flesh breaking echoed in her ears. She took in deep, ragged breaths.

'Did you hear that?' Beth heard Negan say. 'He said suck my nuts!' He laughed loudly. 'Oh my goodness!' He laughed, and Beth heard the swoosh as he swung his bat around wildly – felt something hot and wet hit her cheek. 'You guys, look at my dirty girl! Sweetheart – look at this!'

Beth opened her eyes to see Negan holding his dripping bat before Sasha.

'Were you - Were you together? That sucks.' He asked with a breathy laugh. 'But if you were, you should know there was a reason for all this. Red - and hell, he was, is, and will ever be red. He just took one or six or seven for the team! So take a damn look.' Sasha was shaking, her breathing uneven. 'Take a damn look!' Negan shouted.

Suddenly, Daryl was on his feet – he leapt up and threw his weight behind his fist, connecting it with Negan's face. He went for him again, attempting to follow him as he stumbled back, but then Negan's men were on him, pulling him back into line and forcing him down to the ground.

Beth watched, her heart in her throat, as Negan held his bat out, chuckling. Two men held Daryl to the ground as he struggled, whilst the man who had let him out of the back of the van came forward, aiming Daryl's own crossbow at him.

'Want me to kill him?' The man asked, his body tense, his eyes sharp on Daryl.

Daryl looked up at Negan as he stilled.

Negan grinned, and panic seared in Beth; the crossbow was primed and ready, aimed directly at Daryl's head, and Negan's Lucille was held close, still dripping what was once inside Abraham's skull.

Daryl's eyes flicked to Beth, and Beth thought she could read them – don't move.

But those eyes, those blue eyes connecting on hers across the clearing, the quiet pleading laced with the obvious fear – they moved her.

'No!' She cried, lunging up from her knees – they cracked and she stumbled on them as they were dead from kneeling, but she straightened herself and moved forward.

Negan spun to face her, his face a mix of surprise and amusement.

'Let him go!' She cried, her feet moving beneath her without her brain engaging.

She lunged for him, her finger tips grazing the front of Negan's chest before she was grabbed and torn away by more men.

'Beth!' Daryl shouted, his voice hoarse, as she was dragged back.

She struggled as a large man held her arms behind her back.

Negan stepped forward, tilting his head to look at her, a grin spreading across his face.

'Wow,' he said, looking at her; she held his gaze again, lifting her chin in defiance. 'Look. At. You. A fire-cracker.' He laughed, and Beth felt herself shudder. She struggled against the man holding her.

Negan tapped Lucile against his shoulder, his face twisted into an expression of thought as he looked at her.

'You know what.' He grinned. 'We could use a little fire over at The Sanctuary. Put her in the van.'