"And when this is over, I'm gunna tell you every story I remember, about all the people that loved you."

Even pressed into her Uncle Daryl's side, the movement of the train felt unnatural. The speed alone was something she'd never felt before, and the bumps as the car moved along the track was so much different than that of a wagon or the stride of a horse. Judith had a million thoughts running through her head but she tried to focus, tried to zone in on the tst-tst tst-tst of the wheels against the steel.

The majority of her family was on this train as they rode towards what might be the end for some of them — the ones who were still here anyway. Her family had been divided more times than she could count throughout her life. More times than she even knew about, probably. Walkers, other people, exploding bridges. Sometimes just…leaving. Sometimes just dying.

But the good thing about Judith's family is that, unless someone was well and truly gone, they always made their way back to each other, and this time, she was allowed to help with that. Her Uncle Daryl knew she was capable. Knew she could be trusted to watch out for herself and the other members of the family. And she knew that her uncle would do anything to keep her safe, even if it meant losing the mission. And yet…

Sometimes it went bad. Sometimes people just didn't—couldn't—come back. All those people that loved her in her eleven years and all she had left of some of them were the stories other's would tell her. Stories about the Brave Man, and Daito, and the Pizza Boy, and her big brother Carl. About her first mom, Lori, and her Aunt Maggie and cousin Herschel before they came home. About the first Herschel, and his farm, and Carol's daughters—all of them—and the ones who saved her from the prison.

Jude had heard stories about a lot of their family from those who remained. Almost everyone except—

"What about the Sunshine Lady?" she asked, thinking it was now or never as they rumbled down the tracks to the Commonwealth. She looked up at her Uncle Daryl who had a confused look on his face as if he was trying to think of who she was talking about. She turned her head towards her Aunt Maggie, who's face had fallen.

Judith had asked about the Sunshine Lady before. The first time had been a few years ago, during one of the first trips to Hilltop after her mom let them be a family again. Up until that point, Judith had thought that the Sunshine Lady was someone she'd made up in her head. But at Hilltop she found a picture of her painted on the wall. She asked her mom about her but Michonne had just smiled sadly and told her that she should talk to Maggie about her when she got back.

A year later, after the Rhee's had returned and the Whisperers were defeated, Judith volunteered to help Maggie salvage some of Alexandria's crops when the younger girl asked about the Sunshine Lady again. Maggie was just as confused as her Uncle Daryl was now, until Jude mentioned the painting that was in her old office at Hilltop.

The young Grimes girl hadn't seen her Aunt Maggie in quite some time, but she likes to think that she's good at reading people's body language. And when she asked about the Sunshine Lady, her Aunt Maggie got really sad. Maggie had looked around the courtyard at the time, and apparently didn't like what she saw. Negan had been within eyesight, so maybe that was part of it. But she shook herself off and blinked away the beginnings of tears to tell the girl that they'd talk later. Judith didn't want to push it, so she didn't, but she was still waiting for that talk to happen.

Sitting on this train with her family as they headed for battle with all kinds of uncertainties of the future, Judith didn't miss that she finally had the perfect setting to learn about the mystery woman she'd once thought was imaginary:

First, plenty of time, hours, maybe, before they reached their destination;

Second, a confined space where they couldn't walk away or brush her off;

Third, more than one family member who would know and could explain;

And finally, (which was kind of a dirty move, but she had asked nicely and gotten nowhere) Negan, who frequently taunted the members of her family when he realized that they were uncomfortable about something.

Seconds passed quietly as no one said anything. She looked around at the faces of her family trying to gauge who might be the first to crack. Her eyes briefly scanned over the blunt former enemy before landing back on her Aunt Maggie, who was now looking at her Uncle Daryl sadly. Unlike her straightforward gaze, his brow was still furrowed as he looked toward his shoes as if he was flashing through every moment of his life trying to land on who she meant.

"Beth."

Maggie's voice had a slight break in it as she all but whispered the name which instantly had her uncle tense up beside her. Judith looked at his face curiously as seemingly forgot to breathe. Finally, he released the breath he'd been holding, all the while looking at Maggie uncertainty. Judith didn't think she'd ever seen her uncle react this way.

Time stood still in the train car as a moment went by, two, then three, but she couldn't do anything other than flit her eyes back and forth towards the two people silently staring at each other. In her mind all she could think was that the mystery woman with golden hair and a pretty voice finally had a name. Beth.

And of course, just as she'd (planned on, and) wanted him to, Negan inserted himself into the conversation. "Well…come'on now," he drawled. "Who's this Sunshine Lady?" He paused dramatically as he often did. "Beth?"

Both Daryl and Maggie instantly turned to glare at him, both with more hostility than usual, which was really saying something. And while Judith didn't see it herself, from across the train car her Aunt Carol subtly shook her head at the barely-redempted-former-prisoner in warning. Negan's face changed from smug, to curious, before landing on apprehensive as the entire car, also now wondering, as they waited for someone to speak.

Maggie's eyes flicked back to Daryl's briefly before she decided that this wasn't something she could brush off this time. She risked a glance over to Carol, who gave her a small smile of encouragement as the other members of their family looked on silently. Judith, now regretting her boldness that led to this awkwardness, was just about to 'never mind' the whole situation just as Maggie spoke softly, but loud enough for the whole car to hear.

"She was my sister," she said sadly before continuing, looking directly at Judith as she did so. "She died when you were still a baby."

Judith stayed silent as she let the words sink in. A baby? If that were the case, how could she remember? Even if it was more of a feeling of her. How ingrained does a memory have to be to remember something from before you knew you could remember?

She felt her uncle's arm tighten around her, but she wasn't sure if the side hug was more for her or for him. The young girl glanced at her guardian again, finding his eyes away from her, on his boots, before being directed towards another voice across the car.

"What happened?"

This was apparently now story time for everyone, as Kelly wanted to hear about the woman in Judith's vague, early memory. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Magna signing to Connie, making sure that she didn't miss out on anything. Beside her, she felt Daryl suck in a deep breath that he swallowed and released shakenly. She risked a glance at him again, and back at Maggie wondering what in the hell can of worms did she just open.