Night was falling in Terminus and the chatting was dying down. People were headed to bed with the satisfaction of exhaustion. Rick hadn't felt this warm, this satisfied since the night he'd first found Lori and Carl. He found he couldn't stop smiling. Carl was sitting with Judith on his lap next to Martha. Judith was inspecting the little Tulip with fascination, much to the amusement of those around them. "How old is she?" Carl asked.

"Almost two months, I guess." Martha told him.

"She'll be trouble, like this one, before you know it!" Carl held Judith up and she grabbed at the brim of his hat.

"Judith looks about ready to start standing up!"

Carl's eyes widened at this idea, but he tried to play it off like he was an expert. "Oh, yeah. Once she starts walking we'll have to keep a real eye on her!"

"Carl, it's time for Judith to go to sleep. C'mon." Rick waved him away. Carl stood and said goodnight to Martha before making for the train. Rick sat down in his place by the fire, close to Martha. "I think he likes you."

"Oh, yeah?" She grinned. "I like him, too."

"I can't imagine going through puberty with the world like this."

"He's doing just fine. You're setting him a good example for how to be a man."

Rick watched her face in the firelight as she turned back to Tulip. The baby reached out a tiny arm and she bent down to offer her nose to be grasped. "You have her in here?"

Martha paused. It wasn't a happy memory, he could tell, and regretted asking. "Yeah. They were sweet to me when I arrived. I'd been alone out there for a while and the size of a house. I was in bad shape. They were really, really sweet to me for a while."

He couldn't help himself. "So, what happened?"

"When I went into labor, they took me down to one of the doctor's cells. I could tell right away something was wrong. Why were there people locked up? Nothing I could do about it then, though. I was screaming all sorts of questions at them and they tied me down. As soon as she was born, I calmed down. I realized, of course, that they had all the power. All I really cared about was her, so I tried to go back and play along and pretend I didn't care but they knew. I got to nurse her once and then they took her away." She looked lost for a moment, but she pulled herself back together. "When I found her she was in a crib in once of the nice bedrooms, upstairs. They made her a mobile. They were taking care of her."

"Martha, at some point we're going to have to talk about what we're going to do with them."

"Yeah. I've been feeding them our leftovers and the same powdered milk shit they were giving us. They're an albatross, though."

"We can't just let them go. They'd come back and we can't risk them coordinating an attack."

"I know. But, Rick…they were taking care of her."

"They were also luring people into Terminus for their meat, Martha. If nothing had changed, they would have eaten you." He felt a great surge of protectiveness and was suddenly extremely grateful that his group had wound up in the containers. "We can't integrate them. They can't be part of this." He looked at her and found that she had tears on her cheeks. "Hey, hey…" He turned her toward him and wiped them away with his thumb. "This ain't on you. I don't know why I-I shouldn't have started down this path with you. There are other people who can decide this."

"Sorry, Rick. I don't know why that hit me like that." She forced a laugh and wiped the tears herself. "Something about nursing, maybe. I'm all hormonal and weird."

Rick tried to grab on to the change of subject. "Where's her father?"

"Dead, I hope." The clearness with which she said this shocked him. The woman still drying her eyes from the thought of harm coming to her cannibal captors didn't waver when it came to this man. His shock must have registered on his face. "Don't look at me like that. You don't know what it was like to be a woman out there alone. I thought men were bad when there were laws." She laughed at his expression. "What, is this the first you're hearing of this?! I'll bet you every woman here has a story. I guess the ones that were with you were pretty lucky." The conversation had died and she looked tired. "I'm gonna take her to bed. G'night, Rick."

She gave him a pat on the knee as she stood up and walked away. "G'night." He watched her go. He knew people had gotten ruthless. He had met some real sickos, too, the night they found Daryl. The idea, though, that the world had become a place where such behavior was mundane had not occurred to him. He remembered a conversation with Lori, when they'd been in Atlanta on a date night and a man had yelled something lewd at her. He'd wanted to go back and kill the guy and couldn't understand why she wasn't more upset. She seemed to think the whole thing was funny.

"Rick, if a woman walks alone in the city, the odds that she's gonna hear something like that are better than half. The only reason you don't know that is because they aren't usually brave enough to do it with other men around."

He'd grumbled and told her he was glad they didn't have a daughter and the next day he'd called his sister in Dallas and she'd confirmed what Lori had said. All those guys he'd so resented that night were still out there, but all the consequences of their actions had been taken away.

Fifty miles away, Daryl was confronting the same type of anger. He strode through the woods back toward the car with Alexis, their new companion behind him and Michonne bringing up the rear. What she had told them made him angrier than he had ever been in his life, but it also gave him somewhere to look next. With all the adrenaline in his veins, he felt manic. He thought about those mothers that rip the roof off their car when their child is inside. He felt like he could tear a car in half.

"She was only twelve," Alexis had told them. "She'd had an infection in her eyes and she was blind. She'd tried to run away once and they'd broken her ankles so she couldn't walk. I couldn't leave her like that. Just waiting all day, every day for them to come back, over and over again. She didn't even understand what it meant. I thought about it a lot, but I didn't do anything about it until she got pregnant."

"What did you do?" Michonne had asked.

"I broke a piece off my bedframe. When she was asleep, I… I did it in a way so she wouldn't come back."

"How'd you get out?"

"The next time one came down, he saw what I'd done and he hollered for the others. They were gonna kill me, I think, or just cut on me. I don't know. But I got strong. I was starving and I was weak but I got strong and I got fast and I got one of 'em with my stake right in the throat and he fell back on the others and I got out of the room. I just latched the door behind me and, y'know. I waited till I could hear the one had taken care of the rest and then I grabbed this stupid gun and I ran."

Daryl hadn't been able to listen to the whole thing. He'd gone off into the woods a few paces. Michonne had hung her head and Alexis had asked, "What's his deal?"

"A friend of ours got taken. She's probably in a similar situation."

"Wait, taken? Taken by whom?"

"I don't know. Pulled into a car."

"A car?"

"Yeah." Michonne turned away and took a few steps before realizing Alexis wasn't following her. She hadn't moved.

"Was it...was it an ugly, old, blue Cadillac?"