Negan found Michonne in his tavern, sitting at the bar in the darkness. Negan walked around the bar, his feet crunching on some of the disarray that was still on the floor since the fire. He took out two glasses and when Michonne saw what he was doing, shook her head slightly.

"I don't want to hear it. What happened was fucked up. You need something to chase away the memory of it." Negan said, pouring her a whiskey and handing it to her. Michonne took it and downed every bit of the liquid, before setting the glass back down on to the bar. Negan tried to refill her glass but she shook her head more vehemently this time.

"I need to keep a clear head." she said softly and slid off of the barstool. "And hiding in here isn't going to help things. I need to talk to Judith and RJ."

"Okay," Negan said, putting away the liquor, "but I have an alternate suggestion."

"What?"

"We get the hell out of here, Chonnie! We take the kids and see what we can do at that prison. And before you go accusing me of trying to take it over, hear me out. You see Rick is crazier than fuck now! He could get back in here, running Alexandria with the support of the people around here."

Michonne shook her head!

"No! He's different. Everyone would see that…"

"He's sly, is what he is. He's smart enough to play up the 'aw shucks, I had amnesia and Michonne is being mean and not letting me see my kids, crap'. He stays here until public pressure is put on you to let him see Judith and RJ AND to let him have a role here!" Negan said and walked around the bar to pull her into his arms. He could feel her lack of resistance to his hold.

"Listen to me: let's at least get the kids out of here. We'll leave in the middle of the night. Rick will be jailed and he won't be able to do shit to stop us."

"But Darryl could." Michonne said, touching his leather jacket. "I can't tell you how much I want to do what you're suggesting. I do. But I am not about to run from Rick Grimes. He has no business coming back here and making any demands. Not after six years. This is OUR home. He needs to leave."

Negan figured she would say that. And he couldn't blame her, not with that shit where he tried to grab her hair through the jail bars. And it wouldn't matter anyway once he killed Rick. He pulled her closer to him, welding their bodies together, just as the sound of a helicopter distracted them. Michonne pulled away.

"That's the helicopter Rick came in." Michonne said in a hollow tone. She started to turn and walk away, when Negan pulled her back to him.

"Let Eugene and Deke take care of the helicopter. We have some other shit to talk about."

"What are you talking about?"

"Why did you go to the prison alone, Chonnie? You snuck out of our bed and went alone. In the middle of the fucking night!" Negan said, his tone hard.

"You want to talk about this now?"

"Yes I do."

"Okay. I don't think that we'd even have a deal to get Dexter back here in exchange for Carol, if you had come along." Michonne told him pointedly.

"We could have if you had made it clear that I was a trusted person here in Alexandria."

"But you're not, Negan, and you know that! Does it really matter now? We have other things to deal with here. I have to go back and see Rick."

Negan raised a brow.

"I thought you wanted to talk to RJ and Judith?"

Michonne clenched her jaw.

"I do. But not before Rick understands not to put his hands on me in that manner, ever again." she said before turning to walk out of the bar. Negan stared after her, wondering if he should go with her to back her up?

But he realized that she needed to do what she needed to do alone. He didn't like it but she did need to stand her ground. Negan poured himself another drink just as Darryl, who as the last goddamned person he wanted to see at this point and time, wandered in. Or it appeared that way. Negan did not offer him a drink.

"So," Negan drawled, "how long were you listening in on Chonnie and me?"

Darryl leaned against the door before replying.

"Long enough to know that you should pack your shit and leave."

"Whoa!" Negan grinned. "Is that what you got out of that conversation? Let me ask you something: how far did you get in school? Like fourth grade or something?"

But Darryl didn't bat an eye.

"Rick is back. And it won't be long until he remembers what needs remembering. Meaning Michonne. And even if he doesn't remember, what they had would eventually happen again anyway. You need to leave."

"Because if I stay there's no chance for them to be reunited, right?"

Darryl didn't answer so Negan swigged down his drink, set the glass down and began talking.

"Whatever fairytale fuckery you think is going to happen here, isn't. Not while I'm still here and I AM still here. What the fuck do you think Judith and RJ are going to think of Crazy Rick when they meet him? Huh? You want to scare the shit out of them?"

"Judith will remember…" Darryl began but Negan cut him off.

"Judith doesn't remember shit about Rick! And RJ never met him! I am the only father they have ever known and that was LONG before Chonnie and I got together! Hell, they barely know you and it's your ass that should have been here, filling in for Rick!"

Darryl moved away from the door and walked up to the bar.

"I'm going to let that go. Because you're upset. You're about to lose again and you can't take it. See, I don't know about everyone else, but I never believed that you were even remotely interested in Michonne or the kids."

"Okaaayyy!" Negan drawled. "Why don't you tell me what I was really up to then?"

"I think it's funny that you were the only one that 'saw' Rick being taken away by helicopter. Carol told me that Jadis has been living at the Kingdom but telling people she was living with us."

"What's your point, Deliverance Boy?" Negan asked, bored with how slow Darryl was to make his point.

Darryl smiled.

"I don't think it's a surprise to you, that Rick is back here. I think that was the whole point of hooking up with Michonne and playing Daddy to her kids. I think you wanted Rick to come back here and see that you had taken what he had."

Negan tilted his head, since he had not quite expected that answer.

"You're telling me you think I knew where Rick was the whole time?"

Darryl didn't answer.

"And I suppose you've been spreading that shit around?"

"I plan on warning Michonne." he replied.

"And you think she's going to believe that?"

Darryl shrugged.

"Maggie does."

"Well you're fucking her so…" Negan trailed off dismissively. But Darryl continued.

"Michonne was there. I was there and you know what I'm talking about. All I have to do is remind Michonne of Glenn and Abraham and yeah, she'll believe it." he said, before turning to walk out of the bar. Darryl didn't bother to close the door behind him and Negan just stared through the open door, mulling over what he had just been told. Was his relationship with Chonnie strong enough to sustain a fucking lie like that?

Negan poured himself another drink. He had to admit to himself that he was not sure.

Michonne slowly walked back down the stairs into the basement prison that Rick now resided in. A guard had been posted there again and she nodded to him. He left without looking at Rick. Rick, who had been lying on his cot, slowly raised up.

"You're back. I'm glad. I was out of line before. I'm sorry."

Michonne eyed him before speaking.

"No you're not." was her reply. Rick got up off of the cot and walked to the bars.

"I just want to see my kids. I had a long flight here not knowing what I would find. I understand things a little better now."

Michonne tilted her head.

"What does that mean?" she asked. Rick looked her squarely in the eye.

"Meaning Darryl and Maggie were here, after Negan left. I understand how things got to be the way they are." he replied, his gaze never wavering.

"They did, did they?" Michonne asked, her tone sardonic.

"Yeah, they did. Needless to say, I'm not comfortable with a psycho playing 'Daddy' to my children."

Michonne said nothing. Rick continued talking.

"I know you have a lot of questions…"

"Did you answer them for Darryl and Maggie?" Michonne interrupted.

"They didn't ask. They just accepted that I was back. I have a lot to tell everyone."

"Like how you can suddenly fly a helicopter? Unless you could the whole time and just didn't think it was pertinent, since there were no helicopters around?" Michonne asked skeptically.

Rick nodded.

"I'll tell everyone everything, in good time. I just want to see Judith and RJ."

"This is how things are going to work: I am going home to explain the situation to my children. Then, if they feel so inclined, you can talk to them through that window in your cell." Michonne said and turned to walk back up the steps. But Rick was not through.

"You're going to only let me see the kids while they're standing outside? Michonne, I know that you felt abandoned or…"

Michonne stopped to look at him.

"Do you know how fake you sound right now? I don't know what Darryl and Maggie are hearing when they see you, but I don't hear Rick Grimes talking. I don't hear any part of Rick Grimes talking. What I hear is some shady, desperate loafer, begging to see kids he doesn't know. I don't know where the hell you've been or what you've been doing. Jadis knows though, so here is what's going to happen: I'm going to go and get her. I'm going to bring her here and put her in the cell right next to yours. And when one of you is ready to tell me what's going on, that person gets a out of their cell and out of his community. The other can stay here and rot."

And with those words, Michonne walked back up the stairs, feeling Rick's eyes burning a hole through the back of her head. She wasn't even sad anymore about the man Rick had become.

She was worried. And a bit horrified.

Once Rick heard the door close, he clenched the cell bars—hard! Darryl suddenly entered from the outside entrance and closed the door.

"Well? Did you see Michonne?"

"Yeah. I did. She looked at me like she looked at the Governor." Rick noted.

"Really?"

"Yeah, really!"

"Did you tell her what was going on?" Darryl asked.

"I told you that I can't tell anyone about any of that. And I'm doing that for your own protection. I didn't get away from there clean. I'm being hunted. That's why I need to take the kids and get out of here."

"That's a lot for Michonne to take on faith. It's a lot for any of us to take on your word, Rick. Look, I told you, I think Negan might be part of whatever you can't tell us."

Rick shook his head.

"I've never seen him before nor has anyone ever spoken his name around me. I don't think so."

"No, but it might not hurt if Michonne believed he did have something to do with it."

Rick eyed him.

"Didn't you tell me the bastard was locked for years, in this cell? Michonne's not stupid. I get where you're going with this, but from just what I can see, Negan has got a good hold on her. I need to get around him to get to her."

"You need to be the Rick she knew, to get to her." Darryl said matter-of-factly. "Look, I'll talk to her about the kids. Right now she needs some space."

"Space means time, Darryl. We don't have it."

"Tell me why?" Darryl asked calmly. "Look, I don't think you should be kept from your kids, but you do have to tell them, especially Judith, something. She's not stupid. She'll want to know where the hell you've been and she'll smell a lie in a hot, damned minute."

Rick hesitated for a long time before speaking.

"Do you remember that every once and awhile, when we left someplace, I would be on a walkie talkie? I was trying to contact someone and then I did find him, but he wasn't quite right?"

Darryl stared at him for a long moment before replying.

"What does Morgan have to do with any of this?"

Rick tilted his head.

"I mentioned him to you?"

"No, Rick, he lived here for awhile. Then he lived at a place called The Kingdom then he ran off, batshit crazy for other parts. Or at least that's what I assumed. No one has seen him in years."

"He's Jadis's husband." Rick said. "And he's still batshit crazy. He's the one that taught me how to fly a helicopter."

"When did he learn to fly one?" Darryl asked, trying to hide his shock. Never in a million years did he expect Morgan Jones to somehow play into this story. He hadn't even really wondered about him or anything.

"He wouldn't say. But I woke up in a hospital bed with more than one doctor working there. He was the only person I recognized. He told me that Jadis had found me after some kind of flood had happened around here and that I was the only survivor. I still don't get how or why we ended up here in Virginia?" Rick asked.

Darryl eyed him.

"So those doctors couldn't have been any damned good, if you still don't remember shit past the prison?"

"Okay, Darryl. What is it? I remember that look. You're suspicious…"

"I am trying to help you!" Darryl suddenly yelled. "I want you back here and I want you to be with your family and I want Negan the FUCK out of here! But I can't do anything if you don't tell me everything! And if I don't think you're being upfront then I know Michonne doesn't think so!"

"And that's what counts, right?" Rick asked and Darryl noted that his tone changed.

"Yeah. It does." Darryl told him.

Rick backed away from the cell bars.

"I need to talk to Maggie."

"You just talked to her before."

Rick folded his arms.

"You don't think I could see that something is going on between the two of you? Huh? How long after Glenn was killed, did that start up? How come Negan is still walking around here alive? Why didn't both of you take care of him? If someone had bashed Lorie's head in, that person would not be breathing."

Darryl stared at him for a long moment before answering.

"Maggie is married. To someone else. I'm going to let you get some shut eye." Darryl said and moved to leave. Rick realized he had fucked up and called out to him.

"Darryl! Darryl, I know I seem different and that's because I am, okay? I don't remember shit, I had to steal a helicopter just to find this place and I have two children that I can't even see. Maggie, Carol and you are the only ones that I truly remember. I didn't know Michonne for very long, you know that. She knows that too. I just need for everyone to understand…"

Darryl turned back to him.

"I'm going to let you get some shut eye. I'm going to let Michonne have some time to herself and then tomorrow, you're going to explain in front of everyone, where the hell you've been and what Morgan has to do with any of this." he said before turned to leave. Rick watched him close the door and he took a deep breath. This was not going well and Jadis was to blame for it.

The door to the basement upstairs opened and suddenly, Rick was listening to the creepiest whistling he had ever heard. He watched as Negan slowly walked down the stairs carrying a bat. Negan walked over to the other door that lead to the outside and locked it. He then dimmed the lights, turned to Rick and smiled.

"Well hello there, Mr. Grimes! I've come to put you out of your misery." he grinned, before slamming his bat against the bars! Rick did not flinch.

"Is that what you used on Glenn? Huh? Maggie told me that you killed Sasha too."

"Oh I had nothing to do with her. Honestly. But I can see why people think that too." Negan continued to grin, his eyes locking on Rick's.

"What was Deliverance in here talking with you about?" Negan asked, tapping the bars with Lucille.

"if you want me, then open up the door and come in here." Rick challenged him. "But somehow, I don't think you'll do that. Michonne wouldn't like it."

"Mr. Grimes, this is not about what Michonne would like. All I have to do is tell her that you came at me like the animal you've turned in to, and she'll be sad that you died crazy, but it won't come between us. Believe that shit." Negan said smugly, as he looked around for the keys to the cell. Yeah, he was coming in there alright…

And Rick could see that.

Unfortunately, everyone had been so happy(and not so happy) to see him, that they forgot to search him for weapons. Negan got the door open quickly and moved to swing on Rick, when Rick brought out a pocket knife and stabbed Negan in the arm!

"GODDAMNIT!" Negan screamed. "NO ONE SEARCHED YOU FOR WEAPONS?"

Rick managed to get out and around him! He hurried towards the outside basement door, opened it and ran up the steps! He looked around wildly, trying to find a place to hide until he could get to his kids! But Negan was on his tail and put him in a head lock from behind, just as Darryl and a few other men, moved in to help!

"What happened?!" Darryl yelled.

"This crazy fuck stabbed me! Nice checking for weapons, people!" Negan snapped and they overpowered Rick and got him back down into the basement cells! Once there, Darryl noticed 'Lucille' on the floor. He let the other men drag Rick back inside of his enclosure, and stooped down to pick up the bat. He then walked out with it. Negan saw him, snapped at the men to search Rick for anything else, and hurried after Darryl!

"I'll take my property back." Negan told Darryl when he caught up with him. But Darryl didn't offer the bat to him.

"You tried to kill Rick, didn't you?"

"And? Give me my fucking bat, would you?"

"How do you think Michonne would feel about that? Or even Judith?"

"Let's find out." Negan said calmly and began walking towards Michonne's house. Darryl stood still and Negan stopped and turned back towards him.

"Coming?" he asked daringly, then turned to continue towards the house. Darryl ran to catch up with him and followed him through the front door, just as Deb and Harrison were coming out.

"Hey, Darryl." Deb said, sounding suspicious by his mere presence. "Michonne is talking to Judith and RJ now so we thought we'd give them some privacy."

Harrison saw Negan's bat in Darryl's hands.

"Where'd that come from?" Harrison asked.

"I think you should stay Deb. Let's let Harrison hear all about this. He needs to know who the real menace in this community is." Negan said and walked past them both. Darryl just stared after Negan with loathing, while holding the bat.

"What's going on? What's happened?" Deb asked, holding on to Harrison.

"Negan tried to kill Rick with this." was Darryl's gruff answer as he followed after Negan. Deb took a deep breath and looked down at Harrison.

"Your father will be coming home tomorrow. Probably to Maggie. We can go home or hear this. I think it's important for you to know just who Rick Grimes is."

"I don't like Maggie," Harrison said matter-of-factly, "so, I guess we can stay here. So he really has one eye?"

Deb raised a brow.

"How'd you find that out?"

"Herschel came over and told me."

"When was Herschel in this house?"

"I snuck outside to see him. So does he have an eyepatch?"

"You know, you shouldn't let what's going on between your father and Maggie, come between Herschel and you. You're brothers. You didn't have to sneak outside to see him. I would have let him in."

Harrison shrugged and Deb and him went back inside the house, closing the door behind them. Deb, at the very least, needed to find out if Rick Grimes was going to get in the way of getting Dexter out of that prison. They walked into the TV room, where Judith and RJ were sitting on the couch. Michonne was standing and facing Negan and Darryl.

"Michonne," Darryl said, "I need to talk to you alone."

Negan glanced at him. He had thought Darryl would tell the kids as well, in front of him, about what he had tried with Rick. Michonne noticed the bat Darryl was carrying and shook her head.

"I think everyone here needs to hear what you have to say." she told him. Darryl handed the bat back to Negan and began talking.

"I think we need to make Rick explain where he was in front of the council. If we don't like his answers, he leaves." Darryl said.

"And if we do?" Negan asked.

"I don't think we will." was all Darryl said before turning to leave. Deb looked at Negan and Harrison made his way to the couch to sit next to Judith and RJ. RJ was scared! His father was back and he had one eye! Why?

Judith was quiet and Negan addressed her.

"What are you thinking? If you want to see him, your Momma and I will take you there tonight. Same goes for you, RJ."

RJ shook his head vehemently, jumped up and ran to hug Michonne! Michonne held him tightly and watched Judith.

"I want to hear what he has to say. Tomorrow. Like everyone else." Judith said stoutly. Harrison nodded.

"Yeah, that sounds like a good plan to me. So can we put in another movie?" he asked.

"No." Deb answered. "You watched two of those serial killer movies already. Go upstairs and find something else to do."

Harrison sighed loudly and got up off of the couch. Judith did as well and walked over to Negan to hug him quickly, before following after Harrison. RJ let go of Michonne and hugged Negan AND Deb, before hurrying after Harrison and Judith. Once they were gone, Deb broke the ice.

"What the fuck happened?! Isn't that your bat?" Deb asked Negan.

"I tried to kill Rick, okay? He is a complication none of us need right now. He's nuts. He's even more off than Dexter."

"There's nothing wrong with Dexter!" Deb huffed.

"The hell there isn't! But that's why we need him back here, pronto! He'll be able to sniff out the crazy in Rick and deal wth it—accordingly." Negan said, now looking over at Michonne.

"If that's your way of saying that we need to do to Rick, what we tried to do to Carol, just forget it. You all can hear Rick out if you want to. I'll be busy with the prisoner exchange. We need to get Dexter back here." Michonne said.

Deb nodded.

"Agreed. I'm going to go check in on our prisoner and that helicopter that was brought in here. Hopefully we can use it." Deb said and turned to leave the room. Negan waited until the front door closed, before walking to the TV room door and closing it. He then faced Michonne.

"Do you really mean that?"

Michonne looked around and saw junk that the kids had left on the coffee table. She began picking up after them.

"Did I really mean what?" she asked, not looking at him.

"You want to skip the hearing with Rick and just deal with Dexter?" Negan asked.

Michonne stopped working and looked at him.

"I want you to take my place. You stay here and hear Rick out."

"Chonnie, I want us to go to that prison together. And I don't want to leave the kids here with Crazy Rick. He almost got out of that cell tonight!"

"Because you tried to kill him." Michonne said knowingly. Negan reached out and touched her arm.

"Are you mad at me? About trying to kill him? I was only thinking of you. And the kids."

"And yourself. I don't know if I'm mad. I don't know anything anymore. I just know that I need to handle this Dexter/Carol business. I need you to stay here and handle Rick."

"Is that all?" Negan asked.

"Is that all what?" Michonne asked.

"Is that all you need me for?" Negan asked. Michonne eyed him before responding.

"Clearly you have something you want to say." she said before she noticed his wounded arm! She reached for it.

"What happened? Did Rick do this?"

Negan pulled out of her hold and waved it off.

"No one checked the crazy bastard for weapons. He had a knife on him…I'm fine."

"I'm going to get a first aid kit. Just stay here." Michonne said and opened up the door to the room. Negan sat down and took off his jacket and shirt, before sitting down on the couch, his mind spinning. Michonne's dealing with Dexter and Carol was her way of not dealing with Rick. And he needed to know that Michonne was not waiting for Rick Grimes to get his memory back, so that she could be with him again.

Michonne returned and sat down beside him. She looked over his arm and went about the business of stitching him up. They said nothing for a few moments until Michonne broke the ice.

"You want to know, that what we have is not temporary until Rick gets his memory back, right?"

Negan nodded, not expecting her to have read his mind exactly. Michonne said nothing for a short while.

Then she did.

"I'm not waiting for Rick to get his memory back because that's not Rick."

Negan raised a brow.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean yes, he's 'Rick' in appearance and all of that, but I feel no real connection to him. I just realized that when I saw him the second time. And I don't think amnesia would make me feel that way. Something is wrong. It's almost as if he's another Rick from another time, or some creep that got plastic surgery to look like him."

Negan just stared at her! Then he grinned!

"What?" Michonne asked.

"Uh those are some really ballsy theories there!"

"I can't help it." Michonne said, finishing up. "I don't feel as if Rick even has amnesia. Something is just off. And I can tell Darryl thinks so too. He just didn't want to say it in front of you."

"Okay. Let's say there is something to this. What do you want to do about it?"

"I told you what I want to do: I want to get Dexter and bring him back here."

"So you think I'm right about his being able to sniff Rick out?"

"Maybe." Michonne said primly, now standing up. "The point is, I need him…and Jadis. I'll need his help convincing her to come back with us."

"All you have to do is tell her Rick is here. I'm sure she'll hightail it here willingly."

"And if she doesn't?"

Negan nodded.

"Then Dexter can help you. And I guess I'll stay here and hear Rick out tomorrow." he said grudgingly. Michonne smiled at him and patted his face.

"Thank you for your cooperation." she said in a soothing manner and started to turn away with the first aid kit. But Negan pulled her back to him.

"What?" Michonne asked, but she knew. She could see it in his eyes.

"I'm going to do more than 'cooperate', Miss Chonnie." Negan whispered as his mouth suddenly took hers in a way that could almost be taken for primal. Michonne knew the door to the TV room was not closed and she didn't want to take the chance of one of the kids seeing them, but right now, she needed Negan as much as he needed and wanted her. The kit dropped from her hands and their clothes were quickly shed as they fell onto the couch, their kisses almost devouring one another. Negan's pulsating manhood had a life of it's own as he sank his length into her depths and began to move aggressively, his body pounding against hers rhythmically.

Michonne's blood was racing and her mind felt like it was on fire, as she answered each of Negan's powerful lurch's into her body. There had been a time when her lovemaking with him filled her with shame and ecstasy. But this time was different. And she had Rick Grimes to thank for that.

Negan kissed her fiercely, before bolts of dark pleasure shot through both of them. And after, no words were said as they lay sandwiched together, naked on the couch, uncaring of who saw them. For once, Negan was not worried about the ghost of Rick Grimes or the man in the cells of Alexandria. He now knew Chonnie was truly his. He could feel it.

Michonne wasn't quite thinking as he was. She now saw Rick as a threat and she would have never in a million years predicted that. And she could not help but feel that something else was coming their way, in search of Rick. Something that could hurt them all.

RED RIVER CREEK PRISON -

Dexter frowned as he put down the copy of Misery he had been reading, and stood up. He heard a noise…

It was a helicopter. A helicopter, followed by a lot of shouting from the people here at the Kingdom Part 2 Prison here. What the hell was going on? Was that the helicopter that Rosita and Eugene had been hiding? Was the prisoner exchange between himself and Carol starting now?

There had always been something inside of him that sensed danger. And for the first time since his 'stay' in this prison, Dexter realized that his circumstances were not exactly ideal if this place was under some attack…

Dexter heard machine gun fire! Before he could search out a way of escaping it, a small looking, black man, dragged Jadis by the hair into his area! If the black man noticed him at all, he gave no indication of it, even though Dexter was pretty much right in front of them.

"Where is he, Jadis? The portal needs to be closed!" he snapped.

Portal? Dexter thought. What the hell was this guy talking about?

"I don't know, Morgan! I haven't seen him! I thought he'd be here but he's not, okay? He's not!"

"So why are you still here then? Why aren't you looking someplace else?"

Dexter was about to interrupt the interrogation, if for no other reason chivalry's sake, when two other people entered the room. The two people did see him and one of them even smiled at him…

And that person was his twin. Or could have been.

Or maybe it was just him?

Dexter backed back, as the other person gave him a cursory glance, as if he were the impostor. And that person was Rita! She tossed her blonde hair and looked at Jadis.

"Your husband asked you a question, Jadis. And if you do not answer it, MY husband will kill you. Do you understand?" Rita asked her.

Jadis glared at her! Dexter felt compelled to clear his throat.

"Excuse me? What is this? Who are you people?"

It was himself that answered. He walked up to Dexter.

"No version of myself, would ever be in your situation. Whatever this is. Keep your mouth shut and stay out of this. None of us wants to be here any longer than we have to be." the man Dexter had dubbed in his mind 'Dexter #2' told him, before turning back to Morgan and Jadis.

"Jadis," Dexter #2 said in a condescending tone, "Rick needs to be found so that the stinky virus that ruined this world, doesn't ruin ours. Now two undead things wandered into our universe, because of that opening you made for him. It won't close if someone is here, that doesn't belong. Do you know where he is?"

Jadis said nothing. Morgan let go of her hair and moved to talk to Dexter#2 and Rita. Dexter struggled not to stare at Rita, who appeared to be hostile and aggressive, two things he would have never said about her. He eased over to Jadis and helped her up off of the floor.

"What the hell is this?" he asked her in a low tone.

Jadis said nothing.

"Jadis, now is the time to come clean! Michonne is coming back here with Carol and if they see two of me and God knows what else…"

"You just need to keep quiet. They don't want you." Jadis said tiredly.

"What the HELL is going on, Jadis? Huh? I'm hearing talk of a portal? Where is Rick Grimes, really?" Dexter snapped. Morgan walked back over to them, his eyes on Jadis only.

"I can't help you if you don't talk to them. They want to kill you. Tell them where you think Rick is, and we'll take it from there." Morgan told her. Meanwhile, Dexter turned his head slightly and saw Rita and Dexter #2 staring at him. They looked at him a bit longer before turning their gaze away.

"Well?" Rita asked.

"Well what?" Dexter #2 asked.

"Oh come on. You have to admit that if you ever needed to be replaced, he might do." she almost purred, staring at him again. Dexter #2 turned Rita's face back towards him.

"No more 'replacement' crap, okay. That's what got us in this trouble in the first place. Let's get Rick back and go."

"Maybe he knows something?" Rita asked, still looking at Dexter.

Dexter #2 rolled his eyes and ignored the question. The man was clearly a prisoner here. Something that would have never happened to HIM here or anywhere else. And yet, from the look of this set up, the people here were not keeping a close watch on anything, much less some guy they had decided to lock up. He shook his head. This whole world smelled like dead bodies and rot. They could not have that happening in their world.

Dexter #2 pulled out his gun, walked up to Jadis and shot her in the forehead! Morgan flinched.

Dexter did not.

Dexter #2 looked at Morgan.

"Sorry about your wife. Now, stay here and find Rick. Bring him back so we can close the portal. Otherwise you end up like Jadis. Are we clear?"

Morgan nodded. Dexter #2 and Rita turned and walked out of the room. Rita, however, glanced back to look at Dexter, smiling flirtatiously. Dexter could not help but smile back at the murderous version of his dead wife.

It was not long before the sound of a helicopter taking off could be heard. Dexter turned to Morgan, only to find he had a gun pointed at him.

"Alright. 'Dexter'. Tell me everything I need to know on how to find Rick Grimes here."