Michonne hurried out of her house and began making her way towards the church. She could see people walking in to it from a distance and she suspected that this particular council meeting, would draw a big crowd.

She glanced over at Negan's bar and saw Deke cleaning up. Michonne would ask for volunteers to help out with that. She tried not to think of what Carol would say to her, once she arrived. She just wasn't ready for anyone to believe that she would willingly sleep with Negan. But, they did make a deal. If Rick's death, absence, whatever one would call it, was not as it seemed, then Negan would back off.

Or was the agreement if Rick was found he would back off? Michonne shook her head. She couldn't think about that now. If what Negan was alleging was true, than Eugene and Rosita had been hiding profits not only from Negan, but Alexandria as a whole. Things their community could use. Michonne just really, really hoped that what Negan was accusing them of was not true. They had enough problems already.

She caught sight of someone approaching the gate on horseback and Michonne veered off in that direction to see what was going on. She stopped short when she saw it was Angel. Michonne hurried over to the gate, just as former Savior, Laura, was questioning him.

"It's alright, Laura, I know him. He's with King Ezekiel." she said. "You should get over to the church."

Laura nodded. She had went from being under Negan at the Sanctuary to becoming a trusted Council member here in Alexandria. She really didn't like the fact that Negan was the one bringing the complaint today. Things were much better when he had been locked up.

Michonne waited until Laura walked away before she addressed him.

"I can tell by the look on your face that something is wrong." she said quietly.

"Do you remember the building that sat on that hill? And below it was the track and football field at the prison?"

"It looks like a trailer?" Michonne asked. Angel nodded.

"That's the one. It slid down the hill a couple of hours ago. Two of our men were killed."

Michonne's eyes widened!

"It slid down the hill? What do you mean?"

"I mean," Angel said, climbing down off of his horse, "that over the years the foundation was weakened. I blame myself. There were signs when you looked around inside of it, but I just failed to really think about what it all meant. The King needs to return immediately. There is a gas leak as well."

Michonne opened the gate and Angel walked his horse inside of Alexandria. Meanwhile, Maggie was losing herself in the almost deranged force of Dexter's thrusts. as his hips pounded between her legs in their bed. Maggie's moans were loud and timed to each movement of his length, in or out, until the serial killer she had married, turned her to jelly and she lost herself in him completely. Where had this spur of the moment passion from Dexter come from? Not that he was a bad lover, but he was hardly ever spontaneous.

Dexter, for his part, rolled to his side of the bed after their lovemaking ended, and tried not to think what he was thinking. That Darryl Dixon was living in their basement and Maggie had known the whole time. There could only be one reason for that. And unfortunately, it didn't bother or interest him that much. He did wonder briefly if he would have cared if Rita had cheated on him? But there were times when he could not even remember her face.

However, what did interest him, was a long piece of plastic he had found the other night in a storage unit, and the basement in this house, itself. It was the perfect kill room. Like today. This morning while everyone was at the council meeting or off doing other things. And yet he still had not found a victim. Rick Grimes's group had been just as guilty as Negan's, in their own way. So no go on Negan. He needed to stay within the rules his adopted father, Harry, had set for him. His first victim in Alexandria had to be totally guilty. There could be no question or doubt. That and if he did not immerse himself in a 'dark passenger' moment soon, he would go crazy!

Maggie propped up on one elbow and smiled at him.

"What brought that on?"

Dexter glanced over at her.

"What? I can't take the opportunity to be alone with my wife, while everyone is doing something else?"

Maggie burst out laughing!

"Oh come on, Dexter! You know what I mean. I mean…" she trailed off, rubbing his arm. "It's just so unlike you to want to…well…just out of the blue."

"Maybe," Dexter said playfully, "I just wanted to see if we were okay."

Maggie frowned.

"What do you mean? Of course we're okay. Why would you say that?"

"Well," Dexter lied, "I'm ashamed about Deb and Negan. I don't want you taking her bad taste in men out on me."

"Hey," Maggie said, touching his face, "I would never do that. Deb is going to learn the hard way about Negan. That and I don't thinks she really 'likes' him. She's just lonely and bored. Hopefully this fire mystery will help her find her footing around here."

Dexter propped himself up.

"So we're staying here? I thought you wanted to eventually go to the Hilltop?"

Maggie shrugged and sat up, hugging her knees against her chest.

"I don't want to run from Negan. I have more of a right to be here than he does. The Hilltop was a place I needed at the time. And from the sounds of things, Tara and Jesus are making it work just fine over there without me."

Dexter hadn't actually been listening to her. He sat up and tried broach another subject, carefully.

"You know, if things are going to work here, then we need to know who the potential trouble makers are."

Maggie eyed him.

"Okay, well we know who it is. Negan."

"Yeah…but I'd hate for someone else to slide through the cracks. Everyone is so focused on Negan that there could be someone right in front of us that we're missing. Like whoever tried to kill people at Negan's bar the other night."

"Dex, I'm sure that person was just looking to kill Negan and messed up."

"But it isn't alright to almost accidentally kill other people, Maggie. Earl was hurt badly. I'm going over to the infirmary to check on him and Siddiq sent someone went over to the Hilltop this morning to tell his wife. If Earl dies, we have a murderer living here."

Maggie nodded but knew where this was going.

"I agree but let's let Deb find out who he is. We can administer our own brand of justice."

"Which is what?" Dexter said, climbing out of bed and walking over to the window. "Locking someone up for years? That's not going to cut it…Angel is here."

Maggie put on a robe and jumped out of bed to see what her husband was looking at.

"That is him. He's wearing the Kingdom colors. Oh my God! He kind of looks like a knight. Michonne seems to be getting on with him."

"Yeah." Dexter said, his voice sounding hollow. This was not good. Exactly. Because what Dexter never told Deb or Maggie, was that he believed that his and Deb's old friend and colleague Sergeant Angel Batista, was the serial killer that had been terrorizing the residents of Lakeville.

Dexter's theory on that was sketchy, this he always knew. Just that Angel would go scavenging with one of the residents, then return needing 'help', claiming that he and the other person he was out with, had been surrounded by a mob of the undead. They would get to the spot where Angel fled, only to find that that someone was already turned. And sometimes, no mob was in sight.

But the story got old to Dexter after the fourth victim. Deb was the one that believed that someone was killing these people, and she really thought that Angel might be the clue to finding who it was.

Then Angel's wife became victim number five.

Then Angel left Lakeville.

Dexter insisted on leaving too. But not because he feared a faceless, serial killer. He wanted to stop Angel. And the only reason he could come up with as to why Angel would begin killing, even a woman he had met and married, was that this whole end of the world scene had made him snap. Dexter theorized that while Angel would not have been the first person to lose his damned mind in this new world, his moral code could not abide someone like that in this society.

Maggie glanced over at Dexter.

"Let's go down and say hello? We'll find out how he's been doing?"

"Yeah, you go ahead. I need to check in at the infirmary." Dexter said, giving Maggie a quick kiss before heading off to shower. Maggie thought about joining him, but Dexter only liked solo showers. That made her think of Darryl. Darryl and his arrows that he had left in the basement! Dexter hadn't said anything about it and she didn't know why. Did he not think anything was strange about it or was he biding his time to confront her about it?

Maggie looked out of the window again. Maybe she would go to the council meeting and watch Negan not get his way.

There were two tables set up in front of the church pews. Negan sat at one table. Eugene and Rosita on the other. Most people sat behind Eugene and Rosita, while the stragglers were forced to sit on Negan's side. There was a long table, some distance in front of Negan, Rosita and Eugene, that the council members sat at. The council members slowly entered via a back door of the church. Laura sat down in a chair and ignored Negan's grin. Aaron and Father Gabriel came in next along with Michonne. Michonne ignored Negan's grinning and Carol's glare from behind Rosita and Eugene. Michonne saw Angel ease in and whisper into Ezekiel's ear. Carol saw him as well and got up to hurry after the two men. Michonne realized that Ezekiel would have to tell Carol about the surprise prison now.

Darryl glanced after them, but stayed put in his seat. Negan began whistling that sinister tune…

"Shut up, over there!" Rosita snapped.

"Awww, Rosita, what's the matter? Are you nervous about what's going to come out today?" Negan asked with feigned innocence. "And I don't know what 'tune' you're talking about?"

"The hell you don't!" Darryl snapped. "Shut up with that shit!"

Negan turned to look at him.

"Or what?" he asked and began whistling louder! Michonne banged a gavel!

"Okay, okay. We're going to start these proceedings before someone gets hurt." Michonne sighed. "There has been a complaint lodged by Negan against Eugene and Rosita. He is alleging that Eugene and Rosita have robbed him of a key ingredient that is used in the 'Dead Walker Cocktail' he serves at his bar. He is also alleging that Eugene and Rosita are selling the liquor to other communities and pocketing profits. This, unfortunately, is a very upsetting accusation. People are no longer paid in money anymore. They are paid with products. Products that Alexandria is not receiving. We will start with the defense. Eugene? Rosita? Is any of this true?"

Rosita stood up.

"I would like to say that this is absolutely ridiculous. I can't believe anyone would listen to any complaint of his. He's lucky to be breathing. That's all I have to say." Rosita huffed and sat back down. Michonne eyed her. That was not much of a defense.

"Eugene? Anything to add?" Michonne asked.

Eugene stood up.

"What Negan is alleging is not true. We simply ran out of the ingredient. He'll either have to find another way to make his cocktail or stop making it all together." he said before sitting down again. Michonne stared at the two of them hard. She wouldn't say that she thought Eugene and Rosita were lying, necessarily. But she didn't think they were telling the whole story. Darryl looked at the back of Rosita's head. He had told both her and Eugene what Maggie had told him the other night about a serial killer running loose where they were planning on going. They thanked him for the heads up, but figured they could handle him or her, if they ran into a problem. Darryl hadn't quite expected to hear such a casual answer, but he was not about to tell them what to do. Not when they were cheating Negan.

Michonne looked at Negan.

"Alright, Negan. We'll hear from you."

Negan stood up, walked around his table, walked up to the council members and pulled out what looked like a key. He dropped it on the table. Aaron reached for it and picked it up.

"What is this to?" he asked.

"I had a brother that used to fly turbine powered helicopters. He had a key like this that opened the door to it. It also disabled the engine." Negan said solemnly.

"Where did it come from?" Laura asked.

"From Rositia's house." Negan admitted. There were some gasps! Dwight, who had resurfaced, shouted out that Negan had probably planted it there! Michonne eyed Negan.

"You broke into Rosita's house?"

"I did." Negan admitted.

"And you found this where?" Michonne asked.

But Rosita interrupted!

"I don't know what that is! He either planted it there or the people that originally lived in my house, had it!"

Negan turned from the council table to grin down at her!

"I found THIS key, in your shower, pressed into a bar of soap. You know, where people hide keys they don't want anyone else to find!"

Laura had heard enough! She glared at Eugene!

"Do you two have a fucking helicopter or not?! Because I don't see one around here!"

Darryl clenched his jaw. Lakeville was near the state line. If Eugene and Rosita had some secret helicopter someplace, then yeah, he could see how they were getting away with this and selling to that community. He didn't mind Negan being fucked over, but Alexandria could use a helicopter. He really hoped this wasn't true!

Michonne stood up.

"We need to verify that this indeed is a helicopter key." she said. "I believe Heath once told me he had a pilot's license and flew the late congress woman, Deanna Munroe places. Is he still in the infirmary?

"Jesus, Chonnie, he's blind now, isn't he? How the fuck is he going to be able to verify that?" Negan asked, annoyed.

Michonne ignored Negan and nodded to Laura and Aaron. Aaron, who still held the key, stood up, along with Laura, and they left by way of the back door. Michonne banged the gavel!

"We're going to take a short recess until we kind find out whether this is indeed a helicopter key." Michonne said, then looked down at Father Gabriel.

"Gabriel, can I have a word with you outside?" she asked. Father Gabriel nodded and stood up. They both left by way of the back door as well, but Negan decided to join them, since he knew what Michonne wanted to speak to the good padre about. Rosita and Darryl watched Negan follow after Michonne and Gabriel, while Eugene sighed nervously. Deb, who was there as well, moved forward to eavesdrop on Darryl's conversation with the two 'defendants'. This looked bad. Was it possible that Eugene and Rosita had burned down Negan's bar in an effort to silence him over a helicopter? Christ! If this community had a helicopter, they could travel far and wide for supplies! This looked really fucking bad, Deb thought.

"Tell me there's nothing to this." Darryl said quietly.

Rosita turned around and looked Darryl in the eye.

"What we're doing is about getting Negan out of here. That's all you need to know." she told him. Eugene did not bother to turn around. He couldn't lie to Darryl. This was about getting away from Negan. Not getting him out of here. He had told Rosita that Darryl would probably be a good ally to have on their side. She thought maybe, later, once they got where they were going, they could they clue Darryl in. But not now.

Meanwhile, outside, Michonne ignored Negan's looming presence next to her as she asked Gabriel about the woman he had once known as 'Anne'…

"Why are you asking about her?" Gabriel asked quietly. Negan eyed him. Yes, Father Padre was hiding something…

"Did she die or just leave? She seemed willing to be part of our group and then she just disappeared." Michonne said.

"Yes, but no one noticed. Or no one has asked about her until now. Why?" Gabriel asked.

Negan spoke up.

"I still have contacts beyond these walls. And one of them claims that they saw your 'Anne' take off with Rick in a helicopter. Is that why you don't seem to be missing her? Because she dumped you for Rick?"

Michonne gave Negan a dirty look and resumed the questioning!

"Do you know what happened her? That's all we're asking." she said.

Father Gabriel hesitated, then spoke.

"She kidnapped me. Again, to the junkyard she used lo live in." he said. Negan raised a brow. Shit! That woman had once abducted him too! He kept quiet and decided to listen to what Gabriel had to say—uninterrupted.

"She kidnapped you even though the two of you were involved?" Michonne asked.

"We had a misunderstanding. And there was something so secretive about her. I followed her when she appeared to be sneaking away from the group, back when we were trying to rebuild the bridge. I followed her back to the junk yard and saw she was in possession of a walkie talkie. In short, I think Anne was into some sort of 'human trafficking' scheme. Trading people for supplies. In the end, she couldn't trade me. Or she didn't have the heart to. She knocked me out and when I awoke, she was gone." Father Gabriel said.

Michonne just gaped at him! Rick would not have been in any shape to leave with someone like that willingly! She looked at Negan, who looked crazed. Or more crazed than usual.

"What?" Michonne asked.

"Well…err…during my group's dust up with your group, that bitch kidnapped me! She put a bucket on the head of walker…"

"Yes, she did that to me as well." Gabriel nodded.

"But I don't think she was going to trade me for anything! She meant for that walker to kill me! But I sweet talked her out of it. Shit! I don't know what to think now." he said, telling the truth.

But Michonne did.

"We're going to finish the council meeting and then I am going to make arrangements to travel to that filthy junk yard she lived in."

"Chonnie she's probably not there." Negan warned her. But Father Gabriel began to look appalled!

"You think Anne abducted Rick?"

"I do now, yes!" Michonne snapped. Negan grabbed her arm and pulled her some distance away from Gabriel. Gabriel went back inside the church, feeling out of sorts. Good God! Was such a thing possible?

But there was a part of him that realized that this 'tale', appeared to have begun with Negan. There might not be any truth to it whatsoever. He sincerely hoped not, as he forced is mind to focus on the issue at hand. Though he found it funny that twice now, he had been involved in conversations that had to do with helicopters.

Meanwhile, Negan tried to talk sense into Michonne!

"Okay, would you just listen to me for a moment? Let's say this human slave shit is true. Rick's a bright and capable guy! How come he couldn't get back here in five years?"

"Maybe he's being held captive. Or he was killed." Michonne answered quietly.

"Or he likes his new life where he is." Negan stressed. Michonne pulled out of his grip and walked back into the church but Negan was…well…he didn't know what to feel. Because it was seeming less likely that Rick had run off with that crazy junk yard lady. And if he ever wanted things work with Michonne, Rick had to either be dead, or have run off with Jadis. Nothing else would do.

Negan paced around outside, trying to think of what to do, when he rounded a corner of the church and saw Ezekiel, Carol and another man, getting ready to leave on their horses. Negan squinted at the unknown man…and the horse he was on! Goddamnit! That was the fuck that had shot at him and stole his horse! That animal was Alexandrian property and it was going to stay here!

Negan made his way towards them, whistling.

Carol tried to control the myriad of emotions she was feeling, as Ezekiel told her about their new home. A prison. A prison where certain buildings, were apparently not fit to live in! What the hell was he thinking? And now there could possibly be a gas leak?

This prison sounded like a 'palace'.

"Carol, before you pass judgement, just see what I am trying to build for our people! We can handle the gas leak…"

"Yes, we'll handle that by leaving! Honey, I know what you're trying to do! I get it, I do! But a prison just isn't very homey."

"And a school is?" Angel asked.

Carol took a deep breath and faced him. She didn't like Angel Batista. Maggie had always seemed to be fond of him, as well as Dexter, but she got the distinct impression that he did not approve of her and Ezekiel, for whatever reason. And she always sensed an underlying hostility coming from him, when he spoke directly to her.

"It was home before you were a part of the Kingdom, Angel, so I would not expect you to understand." she said and turned back to Ezekiel, just as Negan came upon them.

"Well, well! Heading on out?"

"We are," Ezekiel said, "not that that is any of your concern."

"No, I don't give a flying fuck if I see either one of you again. But that horse your guy is on, stays here." Negan said, looking at Angel. "You stole it from me yesterday in the woods."

"What?!" Carol asked, shocked. What the hell was Negan going on about now?

"You saw me come in with Michonne on one horse. Mine was stolen by this guy. One of your 'Kingdom' guys. Before any of you use those slick lip of yours to call me a liar, I can call out Michonne or some of the stable guys to confirm that horse belongs here at Alexandria." Negan told them.

Carol noticed a look exchanged between Ezekiel and Angel, before Angel handed the reigns to Negan, then turned to walk towards Dexter, whom he spotted on the infirmary porch. She stared at her husband.

"You knew that Angel had stolen that horse?"

"Negan found his way to the prison. I did not want him to risk telling you."

Carol said nothing but nodded slightly. Had Negan found the prison before running into Michonne out there? Meanwhile, Angel shook hands with Dexter.

"How are Maggie and the boys? Deb is good?"

"Deb is bored but with Negan here, there is enough trouble around here to keep her occupied."

"Yes. That sonofabitch. I heard someone talking about his bar being burned down?" Angel asked.

"Yeah, Deb is looking to that too. I didn't realize you were living over at the Kingdom?" Dexter asked, keeping his tone light and conversational.

"Yeah, King Zeke…I know people think his whole royal thing is bullshit. But that man over there is trying to get things done. The people at the Kingdom are innocent. Not a creep in the bunch. Carol on the other hand…" he trailed off.

"Carol? You don't get along with her?" Dexter asked.

"Dex, I guess you're going to hear about this soon enough: we found another location for the Kingdom. A prison. A huge, country club type of prison. Probably a place where rich criminals did time in. But we had some bad luck and this whole thing has been a surprise for Carol. The Queen. But she's not happy or grateful. I just don't think she fits in."

Dexter nodded slightly. Angel was focused in on Carol and not in a good way. He decided to address something else to his former colleague. The real source of his uneasiness with Angel's close proximity to Alexandria.

"I noticed you were talking to Michonne earlier?"

"She let me in. She's a good woman. The Kingdom could use her leadership."

"You got all that from just her letting you in through the gate?" Dexter asked.

"No. I know her. She's Carol's friend. We've talked a bit." Angel said.

"Yeah," Dexter said, drawing out the word, "I noticed that she kind of…sort of…resembles Amanda, don't you think?" he asked. Angel shrugged.

"I hadn't noticed." was Angel's reply. Dexter decided to let it go. But there was no way in the hell, Angel had not noticed that Michonne and his late wife, Amanda from Lakeville, looked so much alike that they could've been sisters! Even down to the braids.

"I wouldn't bring it up, Angel, except I know how painful it was to lose her."

"Just like it was painful for you to lose Rita. I have to get going. It's good seeing you. Say hello to Deb and the family for me."

"Okay, I will. Let me know if I can do anything to help over at the prison." Dexter said and watched as Angel turned and walked away. He tore his eyes off of him and turned to see Aaron and Laura nod to him, before leaving the infirmary and heading back to the church. They had wanted to talk to Heath about a key. Dexter wondered what that was about?

Maggie managed to get a seat in the church, as the council session resumed. She sat next to Sherry, who had found someone to babysit the twins.

"What's going on? Was there a recess?" she asked in a whisper. Sherry nodded.

"Negan is claiming that Eugene and Rosita have a helicopter stashed someplace."

"What?" Maggie asked in disbelief. Meanwhile, Michonne banged the gavel to resume the session. Aaron spoke.

"Laura and I just returned from the infirmary. This is indeed a helicopter key. Rosita, Pete and Jessie Anderson lived in your house before you did. I was an original member of Alexandria, remember? He was a doctor, not a pilot of any sort. Is this your key? Or is it Eugene's?"

Neither Rosita nor Eugene said a word. Negan looked over at them. Were they fucking serious? They weren't going to just admit they were hiding a helicopter?

Laura looked over at Father Gabriel, who cleared his throat loudly!

"The answer should be 'no'. What is going on?" Father Gabriel asked.

"What's going on," Rosita said defiantly, "is that the moment you let that monster out, Michonne, and everyone else here went along with it, this community stopped being ours. Let's say that we do know where such a thing is. Negan would kill us all for it. He's planning on killing us all anyway! None of you can see what he's doing!"

"And yet you went into business with him?" Aaron asked.

"Just so we could get away from here." Eugene said.

Michonne shook her head.

"Okay. I get your side. I get why you're hiding a helicopter and I'm assuming the fuel to fly it, from us. Where did you get it from? Lakeville?"

Maggie stood up.

"I never saw any helicopters there." she said. Deb stood up as well.

"I agree. That community was nice and rich. But they didn't have anything that could fly." Deb revealed.

"Where did you get it from?! Where is it?!" Laura snapped.

"Oh look at the Savior chomping at the bit to get her hands on it!" Rosita snapped back. Darryl stood up, moved out of the pew row and stood in front of them.

"I feel you on everything! You know that! But a goddamned helicopter could help us find MORE shit for this place! Not to mention if one of us gets hurt! We could get to someone a lot quicker than on horseback! Where is the helicopter?" Darryl asked.

Rosita and Eugene said nothing. Michonne broke the silence.

"You're both remanded to the jail cells until you can answer that question." she said, her throat catching. A few men grabbed up Rosita and Eugene and took them out of the back door, towards the very cells Negan had done time in. Michonne couldn't believe she had had to do that. She couldn't believe things were so out of control around here that someone would burn down a bar and hide a helicopter!

Rick filled her mind. He would've never let any of this happen. Or if it did, he'd know what to do about it.

An hour later, Eugene and Rosita were officially prisoners of Alexandria. Darryl, Dwight and a 'posse', began to plan a scouting party for possible locations where this helicopter could be hidden.

Meanwhile, Michonne stared at Rick's action figure, moving Negan's aside, to talk to 'Rick'. Negan had put Rick's action figure's leg back together with gray tape. She had returned home, despondent at how badly everything had went today. She had done some laundry, including her own bedsheet(if anyone would have told her years ago that both Ezekiel AND Negan would lie in her and Rick's bed…) then came up to her room to consult the toy.

"What do I do? I just had to put two of our friends in jail. Jail, Rick! How could everything have went so wrong after…after I let him out. You wouldn't have wanted him to drown." she said softly. Suddenly, she felt a small kiss pressed against the back of her neck, but she did not move.

"Rick wouldn't have wanted me to drown either, Chonnie. You didn't have any other choice." Negan said, tuning her around to face him.

"I want to leave tomorrow. Alone. I want you to stay and watch the kids…"

"No!" Negan said forcefully, shaking her a little. "We have a helicopter, Chonnie! Do you know what that means?"

"What does it matter if we don't know where it is! Just go! And if you think this gray tape job you did on 'Rick' is going to cut it…"

Negan cut off her tongue lashing by covering her mouth with is own! Michonne did not try and fight Negan's hungry, relentless kisses, as his hands reached down towards her jeans and tore them off of her! Their clothes were discarded in haste, in various parts of the bedroom, as they made their way to the same bed they had pretended to be lovers in, a little over an hour ago.

This time, things were very real.

Somehow, someway, Michonne found herself surrounding to Negan's lovemaking. She grabbed onto his shoulders to anchor her body as he ground her into the mattress with short, powerful thrusts. Her breasts mashed and bounced against his chest as his heavy organ spiraled deeper and deeper into her body.

Michonne tried to turn her head so she couldn't look into his eyes, which she had suddenly realized were hypnotizing, but he held her chin still as he continued to move with in her assertively.

"Look at me." he ordered softly and her eyes found his again as he continued his intoxicating penetrations. For Negan, the moment he buried himself inside of her beautiful body, a mix of emotions filled him. Feelings he had not experienced since Lucille had been alive, vital and not sick. He didn't like remembering her sick. Because if he remembered that, then he would have to remember how powerless he had been to save her.

His stomach muscles began to contort and together, their bodies were pulled into a shattering vortex of passion that could not be overcome. They eventually stopped moving and Negan rolled to the side of the bed he had been on earlier. They were quiet and Negan pulled her towards him, her back against his chest and nuzzled her neck. He cupped her breasts gently and Michonne felt his stiff, hard length, ready and resting against her.

Negan stared over at the action figures, as did Michonne.

Negan was thinking of a way to kill Rick if he was found. It's not like he wanted to, but it would probably be best. Hell, he would probably be traumatized and shit…he would be putting him out of his misery. He smiled and pulled Michonne even closer to him.

Michonne was thinking something entirely different, as she too stared at the action figures. For it was after being with Negan, that she could actually entertain the possibility that Rick had not returned because he didn't want to. She closed her eyes. Rick had to be dead. He had to be.

Whatever the truth was, nothing could be done until they located Eugene and Rosita's helicopter. That meant that Michonne could not leave Alexandria. Not even to look for Rick.