Glenn rushed into the hallway when he heard the faint sounds of Rick and Daryl entering the barracks. Hershel and Maggie sat on the bed silently staring at the white walls.

"Did you find out where she is?" he asked immediately. "What are we doing?"

Rick nodded. "Yeah, the guy told us everything – where they are, about how many and what they're capable of."

"So…" Glenn continued.

Rick and Daryl walked into the room where everyone had congregated. He looked sorrowfully at Maggie and Hershel as they looked to him with red-rimmed eyes. "The guy they captured spilled everything. These insurgents came over the wall with the intent to take a woman. There's a group of about 45 men camped on the outskirts of a neighboring town. I guess these guys are gruesome… they've been ransacking camps – stealing whatever they want, including women," Rick said.

A noise escaped Hershel's lips as tears welled up in his eyes. His lower lip shook as he looked at Rick. Maggie threw her arm around his shoulder, trying to be the strong one.

"I'm sorry. I know this is hard, but I want you all to know exactly what we're dealing with here," Rick continued. "This group has a leader named Rafe. Beth was taken for him. I guess he has a whole ceremony he goes through with new girls, so we have a very small window to work with in order to save her… and we have full military support this time." Rick glanced at Daryl.

"Bout damn time," Daryl said. He took a step toward Hershel and Maggie. "We're gonna get your girl back. Don't worry."

Jo lifted her body off the wall in the back of the room. She was worried about Beth, but she was worried about the group too. She was still healing from her miscarriage and Daryl had barely slept an entire night since they arrived. "Please don't take this the wrong way," she said to Hershel and Maggie, "but should everyone go?" she asked as she turned toward the whole group. "We've all just barely healed from everything we've been through and if we have the entire military support, maybe we should let them handle it?"

Daryl raised his eyebrow and looked at her. "No fuckin' way," he said, raising his voice and surprising Jo. "I don't care if we have the whole fuckin' military. I still don't trust 'em. We need to go and make sure Beth gets out safely." He looked away from her with a look of disappointment.

Rick interjected, "We want someone she's familiar with to be there for her. She's gotta be scared enough as it is. I know all we keep doing is putting ourselves in danger over and over again," Rick said, latching on to Jo's concerns, "but there are so many 'what ifs' that I'd feel much more comfortable being there to get it done and get Beth back to us."

Jo nodded. "I understand," she said, glancing at Daryl. "I'm just worried about you guys."

Rick nodded. "Col. Schwartz will be debriefing everyone going in an hour. I would like a few to stay behind and keep things in order here. But everyone who wants to go, please come." He walked out of the room to attend to Judith. Daryl shot a glance at Jo before shaking his head walking out.

Jo jogged out the door after him. "Daryl," she called down the hallway. Somehow he'd already made it to the door leading to the courtyard. He paused at the door before pushing it open and walking out. Jo sighed and followed him. "Daryl!" She yelled louder this time. "Daryl Dixon, stop!" She stopped halfway to him as he turned to face her. His hands were balled up in fists and he had a blank look on his face. "Daryl, don't you understand?"

He spit on the ground and walked toward her, stopping a few feet away. "Understand what? That you don't care about anybody but yourself anymore?"

Jo jerked her head back as if he'd thrown a punch at her. "How could you say that? All I care about are our people. That's exactly the reason why I'm tired of seeing everyone jump into danger head first. We've lost so much already…" she trailed off. Her hand stopped on her stomach absentmindedly.

Daryl glanced down at her hand and back to her face. He shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest. "Stop actin' like you care about anybody. Stop actin' like you still care about me. Ever since you lost that baby that you didn't even know you were pregnant with you've pushed me away. Again. I'm gonna help Beth cuz it's the right thing to do. You can do whatever you want. Like you've been doin'." He turned on his heel and began to stomp away.

"I knew," she said loud enough for him to hear. She looked up from the ground as he turned to face her again.

"What?" he asked, a look of disbelief slowly morphing to anger forming on his face. He marched toward her again, getting closer this time.

"I knew I was pregnant. Well, I didn't know 100 percent… I hadn't taken a test or anything… but I had a feeling," she said, wrapping her arms around her chest protectively.

"You knew you were pregnant with my baby and you didn't think I should know about it?" Daryl yelled, pointing at her belly.

"It was right when you went missing and then we were moving the whole camp. I didn't want to worry you," Jo said, tears rising in her eyes. "I never thought what happened… would happen."

"You had no right to keep that from me!" he yelled. His voice echoed through the courtyard, causing people to stop and stare at the usually quiet couple. "We would have kept you safe and healthy! This never would have happened!"

"I know. I know."

"No, you don't know," he continued, pointing his finger at her. She could feel his hot breath on her face as tears openly fell off her cheekbones. "You're the reason our baby died. Your selfishness is the reason my baby died. How could you do that, Jo?" Tears were spilling out of Daryl's eyes now too. His hand dropped to his side, a look of defeat on his face.

"You don't think I already think that about myself? That I killed our baby?" she wiped the tears off her cheeks. "I'm sorry. I know it means little to you, but I'm sorry. And I still love you."

He shook his head. "I can't… I just can't." He walked away, leaving Jo alone in the early morning sun.