Dinner that night was tense to say the least. Kit could see that a lot had happened with Lori since they had spoken that morning, but given the glances she and Rick kept giving each other, it looked as though she had finally told him. Andrea kept glancing at Kit and once dinner was over and Kit as was helping to clean up, Andrea finally approached her.

"Are you ready to talk?" It wasn't demanding – Andrea truly wanted to know.

"Yes. I've cooled down considerably since last night."

"You have to know that I would never want to shoot Daryl." Andrea meant it, which Kit had known from the moment that Daryl had been shot.

"I know, Andrea. I just didn't want to have this conversation the night that it happened. I'm not angry with you because you made a mistake, but to be quite honest I'm not incredibly happy that you're still carrying. You were so eager to show you knew how to use it that you didn't think before you pulled the trigger. I've brought up these concerns with Rick and he has chosen to ignore them, but I thought you ought to know how I felt as far as that was concerned. I do still forgive you for what happened," she told the other woman.

"Thank you and you know that I'm sorry I put you through that."

"I do, just don't expect me to be thrilled that you're allowed to carry."

Kit had only just finished her conversation with Andrea when she was approached by Maggie. "Thought you might need a refill on these." She handed Kit what had to be at least a year's worth of birth control.

Kit chose to be nonchalant about it. "Thanks."

Maggie opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to find the right words to say. "So you're with that older guy?"

"Daryl isn't old," Kit scoffed. "It's not like he's seventy and hobbling around on a cane."

"Yeah, but he's a lot older than you. Aren't you younger than me?"

Kit nodded. "Daryl's about fifteen years older than I am but I figured 'what the hell?' It's the end of the world and I don't think that social taboos matter as much anymore."

"Isn't it weird? I mean, not just the fact that he's older than you, but trying to have a relationship with all this going on."

"It isn't easy, but we manage. Actually, having each other helps us try to make sense of all the chaos. I have no regrets, though privacy isn't much of an option. We had been together about a day before everyone else figured it out."

Maggie laughed. "No secrets when you're all living right on top of each other. I guess I just want to know if it's worth it to have a relationship after the world has ended."

Kit smiled. "It is and I can't think of anyone better for you to have a relationship with than Glenn. He's an incredible guy – this coming from someone who has been friends with him since almost the beginning of all this shit. Please don't let him go."

Once her conversation with Maggie was over, Kit was about to go to bed when Lori pulled her aside. It seemed as if the women of the farm had all conspired to prevent Kit from sleeping that night. "You said it was okay to talk to you?" she asked quietly. Kit nodded. "I told Rick and it looks like I'm going through with this."

Kit pulled Lori into a hug. It just felt right. "If you want this, then we'll make it work. I promise."

"I'm terrified."

"I know and I'm so sorry that you have to be. Whatever you need, I'll help you get it. I'll even take Shane one-on-one if you need me to – rough him up a little."

Lori laughed. "Would that be for me or for you?"

"Well, is it so wrong that it could be a mixture of both?"

"Thank you."

"With the men running around like morons, I think we need a little feminine solidarity here."

Crawling onto the sleeping pads with Daryl beside her felt so good considering how awful the past couple days had been. "It's nice not to have that damn cat trying to sleep with me, purring like it could get me to like it." When he didn't get a response, he turned to Kit who was staring into space. "You look like you've been through hell, Dex."

"You have no idea."

"So I'm guessin' tonight is not a night you want to bang?" he asked jokingly.

Apart from being exhausted Kit also thought about Lori's situation: being pregnant. That idea was more than enough to turn her off the idea of sex for a night. "Not really. Besides, you were just stabbed with an arrow. It's probably a good idea for you to take it easy for at least a little while longer.

"Alright," he replied, not needing to know more. "Did ya talk ta Andrea?"

"Yeah and we'll be fine." She kissed him before burrowing under the blankets.

It was eggs for breakfast the following morning, which didn't exactly excite Kit – she had never particularly cared for them. But, at least the morning was peaceful while she and Daryl ate off of the same plate.

Carl turned to Kit with an excited look on his face. "I finished your book."

She turned to him, shocked. She had assumed that sometime between the quarry and now that the book had been lost. Then it occurred to her that it had only been about a week since she had loaned Carl the book – it seemed like longer. "How'd you like it," she asked, a rare smile blooming on her face. "Are you now as captivated by Tolkien as I am?"

"I really liked it," he said, bobbing his head up and down. "I never would have thought of all the weird stuff that they had to fight!"

Unfortunately, Glenn chose that moment to stand up and announce something that was a little jarring. "Guys, the barn is full of walkers."

Kit's heart skipped a beat after hearing that and she immediately turned to Daryl, hoping that she had heard wrong. The agitation in his eyes told her that she had, in fact heard Glenn correctly.

Within minutes the entire group stood by the barn as Shane investigated. "You cannot be alright with this, man!"

"No I'm not but this is Herschel's land!"

Kit looked closely at the barn and it seemed secure. Obviously none of the walkers had escaped while they had been there which calmed Kit down a little bit. This was not an emergency situation, though it was a situation that put her on edge. At the mention of Ford Benning Kit rolled her eyes. "And what exactly do you expect to find at Fort Benning? Another CDC? Because that is probably what you're going to get."

"We can't leave," Rick stated firmly.

"Why not?" Shane retorted, glaring at Kit.

"Because my daughter's out there," Carol said.

There was no way in hell Kit was going to leave that farm until they found Sophia, whether she was dead or alive, and when Shane even hinted that they should leave without knowing, she felt her blood begin to boil. Daryl, on the other hand, had a much more difficult time controlling his temper. "I'm close to finding this girl. I just found her damn doll a few days ago!" Kit situated herself closer to Daryl, anticipating things to escalate, as they normally did when Shane was involved.

"That's right, Daryl, you found her doll," Shane mocked. "If you don't find a good lead in the first forty-eight hours – "

"You don't know what the hell you're talking about!" Kit placed her arm on Daryl, trying to keep him calm, which she managed to do before Shane had to make things even worse.

"Let me tell you something else. If she had seen you out there all methed out, your buck knife and geek ears around your neck she would have run in the other direction."

At this, Daryl pounced and Kit had to place herself between him and Shane in order to prevent Daryl from outright attacking the taller man. That wasn't to say that she wasn't equally pissed, if not more pissed, at Shane. "You went too far, Welsh," she growled as she held Daryl back.

"I have to talk to Herschel," Rick insisted. "It's his land and if we're going to clear this barn then I'm going to have to convince him."

Dale finally intervened and Kit desperately hoped he could calm the situation. She hated the chaos that ensued when the hotheads began to argue. "Herschel sees those things as people – sick people. His wife and his stepson are in there."

"You waited until today to tell us?" Shane yelled.

"I thought we could last another night. We did!"

At this, Kit sighed and headed back to camp. Rick wasn't going to be rash, so she was no longer interested in the affair with the barn. All she wanted to do was head into the woods and look for Sophia. She pulled out the map and looked at the areas that had already been searched and figured that without other people to help her, she may need a horse in order to cover more ground.

She grabbed her rifle from the RV and was about to head back into the house when Carol entered the camp, looking as if she had been slapped across the face. "Carol, what's wrong?" she asked. "If it's because of what Shane said, then ignore him. We are going to stay here until we find Sophia. Also, just ignore anything he says anyway."

Carol smiled appreciatively. "It's not Shane, it's Daryl. He became very upset when I suggested that Sophia may be gone. I told him I didn't want him riding and looking for her because I didn't want to lose him, too."

Now Kit felt as if she had been slapped across the face. "He was going to go riding? He was nearly killed just a few days ago – he can't go riding! You stopped him, right?" she asked desperately and Carol nodded which elicited a bone-crushing hug from Kit. "Thank you," she whispered. "I can't lose him, either." After she pulled away, she noticed how shaken Carol was. "I'm also sorry for whatever Daryl said because I'm sure he didn't mean it. You know how important it is for him to find Sophia."

Carol nodded. "I understand. It hurt, but I understand."

"You have no idea how much this means to me. Look, I'm going out right now to look for Sophia because no matter what has happened, we are going to find her, though I make no other promises. Thank you, though, for caring about Daryl. He needs to know that he has a place here – that he's important."

Carol nodded and Kit headed towards the house with her rifle. Once she entered, Herschel looked very alarmed. "What have I told you people about guns?" he asked angrily.

"I'm not here to shoot anyone," Kit said soothingly. "I just wanted to ask if I could borrow a horse and if you could help me saddle one up. I just want to find that little girl."

He appeared surprised. "I had assumed you'd be here about the people in the barn and you were storming the house to threaten us."

"Never," Kit told him firmly.

"Come with me and I'll saddle you up with a nice easygoing horse that won't throw you," he said with a smile. As they headed towards the stables, Herschel asked a question that surprised Kit. "Actually, I'd like to know your opinion on the people in the barn."

Kit could hardly believe it. He had talked to Rick already and Rick was their spokesman. "Why would you want my opinion?"

"You are one of the few members of the group who I have had contact with that actually seems to be level-headed. Knowing this, I would like to know what you think about the barn."

She thought her answer over carefully as Herschel saddled her horse. She wanted to be honest with him without angering him. "Right now I see no need to storm the barn with guns blazing. The barn is secure and what's in it poses no immediate threat to us. I understand that you don't want any harm to them and I can live with that. I may want a few more precautions taken with the barn just in case something happens, but I would be willing to leave them be."

"I appreciate that," he said earnestly.

"I realize that you see them as people," she added, hoping not to offend Herschel. "I know that you're waiting for a cure that will bring them back. We spent some time in the CDC and the doctor running it said that once the disease takes over and their hearts stop, only a small portion of the brain comes back and it isn't the part of the brain that makes them your loved ones. Assuming that a cure was even an option, I don't think that it's going to come for a long time considering how hard the world has been hit. If we were to work under the assumption that your loved ones are still alive, I would think that they're in a lot of pain right now because of what has been done to their bodies. I personally would not want my loved ones to live in that pain, nor did I let them live in that pain."

She climbed onto the horse and gave Herschel a look of genuine sympathy. "Regardless, I'm willing to live here even with the sick people in the barn. Whatever you choose is what I will abide by."

With that said, she rode the horse into the woods, rifle in hand.

As Shane was handing out guns and making speeches, Daryl hardly paid attention to a word he said. He did not like that cop and he knew that Kit had similar feelings. He had also figured out that Kit wasn't especially concerned about the walkers in the barn. After the initial shock, she had walked away from the barn as if it was no big deal that so many walkers had been right under their noses.

He knew that Kit could protect herself. Hell, she went into the woods alone almost every day to look for Sophia. Despite that, all he had thought about when Glenn had told them about the walkers was Kit being killed by one of those things. It was irrational – Kit was tough. But nevertheless he did not want Kit anywhere near a barn full of walkers.

So he held the gun that Shane had given him, ready to shoot the damn things, especially when Rick and Herschel returned with two more. He almost felt bad for the old man when Shane was shooting and shouting "Could a living person walk away from that?" It seemed Herschel was finally getting his reality check.

Kit heard the shots from the woods as she was making her way back to the farm. She had no doubts that for one reason or another, the barn had been opened. Urging the horse to go faster, it practically sprinted back to the farm and she returned in time to see the final walkers coming out of the barn fall. Everyone was in a state of shock as she tried to figure out what the hell had happened.

She could scarcely imagine the pain that Herschel was experiencing when she saw one more walker emerge from the barn: Sophia. A sob burst from her throat, seeing the little girl she had been looking for only minutes ago. Daryl held Carol back before Rick finally pulled the trigger.

After the Green family had stormed back to the house, he noticed Kit climb down from the horse, nearly falling in the process, shaken by the scene she had just witnessed. Daryl followed her to the stables where she carefully returned the horse. "Kit…"She looked up and he could see the pain bubbling up inside her, just as it did in him. He pulled her into his arms and heard her give a few stifled sobs.

"She was just a little girl, Daryl."

"I know."

Before long they knew that they had to go and clean up the mess that Shane had made. Kit opted to begin digging graves, starting with Sophia's. Daryl, meanwhile, went to go console Carol.

Daryl appeared very unhappy as he emerged from the Winnebago when they eventually had the service. Carol wasn't with him, so it didn't take a genius to figure out why he was so angry. Kit grabbed his hand, which seemed to calm him down enough that he could talk. "It's her own daughter's funeral."

"Everyone grieves differently. There is no right or wrong way so long as it helps them to heal."