Fitz plopped down on the couch, biting a chunk of his ham sandwich. "This is amazing!" he exclaimed, chewing it happily. Simmons smiled. "Thanks," she said, and looked to Skye. "How's yours?" she asked. Skye nodded. "I've gotta agree with Fitz. This is really good!" she said. The scientist smiled. "Thanks. Both of you." Skye smirked slowly, and then stood up. "Well, I think I'll turn in for the night." As she began to make her way out of the room, Fitz began to stand, raising a finger in the air. "Skye!" he called out, looking at his good friend in slight embarrassment, knowing what she was trying to do.

"I'm going to bed. Goodnight, guys," she finished, quickly slipping into the room where she and Grant were sleeping. Fitz gulped before turning back to face Simmons. He flashed a quick, embarrassed smile, before looking down at the knitted scenes on the couch he was sitting upon. "This is kinda...awkward," he said, slowly returning his eyes to look upon Simmons. "Why?" she asked. "We've been together alone like this before." Fitz quickly wiped his face, not knowing how to respond. "Well, yeah, well, maybe," he continued, stuttering. Simmons look quizzically at Fitz. "Fitz? Is something wrong?" she asked, standing up, moving to her best friend.

He quickly stood, facing her. "Umm, er, no, nothing's wrong. Nothing at all." He quickly gave her a fast smile, and then turned to walk around the couch. "I...uh...think I'll go to bed," he said, before bumping into the wall. "Goodnight, Jemma," he said, and then turned the corner, walking down the hallway and entering his bedroom, leaving Simmons to only guess about his strange actions.

Skye slipped inside the room, looking as Grant slept on the bed. She smiled, and then pulled off her T-shirt, revealing her tank top. She proceeded to then pull off her jeans, slipping some athletic shorts on. She then climbed atop the bed, and slowly caressed Grant's cheek as he limply lie down, asleep. She soon cupped her hand behind his hand, and leaned in to kiss him...only to have him leap up, causing her to flinch. He suddenly let out a long cackle, rolling around on the bed. Skye sighed, looking around the room. "Dammit, Ward!" she thundered, and then laughed.

Grant smiled, and then leaned in to his girlfriend, claiming her lips with his. After a brief few seconds, he released hers, and smiled. "You know you shouldn't scare me with those...things out there." Ward smiled. "Come on, Skye. It was just a joke," he said as she returned the kiss. She giggled slightly. "I know," she said as she pushed him over, sitting upon his stomach. He smiled as she bent over, pushing her lips onto his as he passionately kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her waist, flattening her upon his chest. His hands made their way down to the bottom of her tank top, as he pulled it up and off of her body, throwing it aside.

She groaned as his fingers caressed her waist as she proceeded to pull his shirt off. He briefly pulled apart for air, panting upon her lips, "I love you." She replied with "I know" before cramming her lips upon his, tossing his shirt to the side. He began to run his fingers over her breasts, covered by her bra. She began to smile even larger, and wrapped her legs around his waist. She then moved his hands to her back, around the hook of her bra. He smirked, and said quietly, "You devil." She shrugged as he began to unhook it, throwing it aside. He then rubbed her bare breasts, and she laughed, and then replied, "Who's the devil now, Robot?"

Rick, Daryl, and Michonne led the way to the cabin, where the black SUV was parked. "How do we know that it's safe?" Michonne asked, lowering her katanas. "We don't," Rick said, leveling his Python. "Ya got that right," Daryl replied, lowering his crossbow. Behind them, Carl and Beth stood silently, and the boy looked over to the blonde teenager, who he liked. He gulped, and slowly - and cautiously - moved his hand close to hers, it slightly brushing Beth's. The girl turned to look at him, and smiled, seeing that he was blushing. He was surprised when she clamped her hand around his, holding it tightly.

The five made their way up to the back door of the cabin. The night air was cool, and it felt good on the survivors' weary bodies. Daryl rushed to the right side of the door, Michonne on the left, leaving Rick to open it. Carl readied his pistol, unsure of what lied ahead. As he stepped to get closer to his armed companions, Beth slowly tugged for him to come back. Turning, he opened his mouth to ask her a question: "What is it, Beth?" But he only got the "what" out.

Beth had kissed him on the lips.

She slowly pulled away, smiling. Carl's lower lip trembled, but soon formed into a smile. Before moving back to his father and the others, he quickly claimed her lips with his, making it their second kiss. Turning back, he moved to stand between Michonne and his father. "Ready?" Rick asked, looking to each of his allies. They all nodded, with Daryl adding, "Hell yeah." Rick then stood firm, and proceeded to kick down the door.

Phil Coulson ran around the corner of the brick wall, looking to see Melinda May before him, Antoine Triplett down at the end of the wall. "All clear?" May asked, looking to Coulson. The leader of the team nodded, and then May turned to look at Trip. "How does it look?" she asked. The African-American specialist looked back. "All clear." The three quickly rounded the corner, their weapons ready. Each had a backpack on their back, filled up with all of their supplies they could carry. After their SUV had broken down, they gathered up all of their gear, and then continued to search for their four lost S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, Grant Ward, Skye, Leo Fitz, and Jemma Simmons.

As the three continued to move, a slight rustling sound was heard in the woods. "What was that?" Trip asked, turning his pistol's aim in the direction of the noise. "I don't know," Coulson said. "Just keep moving." The three continued again, but another sound was heard: a slight crying. "Is that a baby?" Trip asked, looking to his two senior agents. "If it isn't," she slowly said, "then I don't know WHAT it is." The three rushed to find cover, and awaited the owner of the noise to approach.

Slowly, four people came into sight: an African-American man, a woman, and two young girls, one presumably older than the other. "Hold it right there," Coulson firmly ordered, he and his allies training their pistols on the three. The man slowly turned, revealing a baby in his arms. "What is it?" he asked, and his eyes widened at the sight of the guns. "Who are you?" the agent continued, and the four slowly raised their hands. "My name is Tyreese," the man slowly said. "This is Carol, Lizzie, and Mika," he continued, pointing to each of the others. "The baby is Judith."

Phil nodded to his two companions, who instinctively lowered their weapons. "I take it you won't be trouble?" the woman, Carol, asked. Phil shook his head. "No, ma'am. We're just trying to survive, same as you." Tyreese nodded. "We're looking for some people. Have you seen anyone?" he asked. The agent shook his head again. "I'm afraid not. We're looking for four people: two men and two women. Have you seen anyone?" he asked. The two adults shook their heads. "I'm afraid not." Trip cursed under his breath as May rolled her eyes.

"Do you mind if we tag along?" Tyreese asked, shifting the baby's weight to another arm. Phil shrugged. "Sure thing. We could use some help." Tyreese and his three companions smiled, and baby Judith gurgled. "Thanks. We appreciate it." After the brief intercession, the newly expanded group of eight made their next move - to search for their lost companions.