"Best not to dwell on it. Merle got left behind. Nobody's gonna be sad he didn't come back . . . Except maybe Daryl," Morales said to me and Rick. "Daryl?" Rick asked. "Who's Daryl?" I asked. "His brother," Morales replied.

Then, we heard a car alarm. It was Glenn! "Whoo-hoo!" Glenn speed past us and continued to holler about how much fun he's having. "At least somebody's having a good day," Morales said.

It didn't take us long to get to the camp. When we did, everyone climbed out from the back and Morales looked between me and Rick, "Come meet everybody," He said, petting Rick's and mine backs. Morales climbed out and I sat on the passenger seat.

Rick sighed, fighting back his tears. "It's going to be okay," I said. He looked at me and nodded. "How'd y'all get out of there anyway?" I heard a man ask. "New guy and a girl . . . They got us out," Glenn replied. "New guy and a girl?" The man asked. "Yeah, they just got into town. Hey, guys! Come say hello," Morales called and we climbed out the truck.

"The guy's a cop like you," Morales said and we both walked up. I saw the man that was talking, he was shook as he looked at Rick. I looked at Rick and saw he was the same.

Then, he pointed to someone and tried to say something but it didn't came. "Dad! Dad!" I heard a kid yelling. I saw a boy running straight for Rick and a woman running straight after him.

I saw them at Rick's picture. His wife and son. Rick took Carl in his arms, crying. He kissed Carl on the cheek and approached Lori. He hugged them both and I smiled. I was happy for them.

... ...

Andrea introduced me to everyone and they were wary nice to me and made me feel welcome. Well, except Carol's husband; Ed. Amy told me he never nice to anyone.

Later that night, we all sat around the fire and Rick was the first to explained how he woke up from his coma and how he met me. I was sitting with Andrea and Amy.

"Disoriented. I guess that comes closest. Disoriented. Fear, confusion . . . all those things but . . . Disoriented comes closest," Rick said. "Words can be meager things. Sometimes they fall short," Dale said.

"I felt like I'd been ripped out of my life and put somewhere else . . . for a while I thought I was trapped in some coma dream, something I might not wake up from ever," Rick continued.

"Mom said you died," Carl said. Rick looked from Carl to Lori and then back at Carl. "She had every reason to believe that. Don't you ever doubt it," Rick said.

"When things started to get really bad, they told me at the hospital that they were gonna medevac you and the other patients to Atlanta, and it never happen," Lori said. "I'm not surprised after Atlanta fell. And from the look of that hospital, it got overrun," Rick said. "Looks don't deceive," Shane said, "I barely got them out, you know?"

"I can't tell you how grateful I am to you, Shane. I can't begin to explain it," Rick said. "What about you Quinn?" Dale asked me. "Why did you been at the hospital?"

"I was in a coma for two years. Car accident," I said. "Rick said you looking for you family," Lori spoke softly. I nodded. "Yeah, my dad and my brother," I replied. "And we going to find them," Rick promised.

Then I saw Ed Peletier, whose family was sitting far away from us, getting up to grab a fire log and putting in the fire. "Hey, Ed, you want to rethink that log?" Shane said. "It's cold, man," Ed said. "The cold don't change the rules, does it? Keep our fires low, just embers, so we can't be seen from a distance, right?" Shane said.

"I said it's cold. You should mind you own business for once," Ed snapped. Shane got up, obviously he was pissed and walked over to Ed.

"Go on, pull the damn thing out. Go on!" Carol got up and pulled the log out. Shane walked back over to our side and set down. "Have you given any thoughts to Daryl Dixon? He won't be happy to hear his brother was left behind," Dale said.

"I'll tell him. I dropped the key. It's on me," T-Dog said. "I cuffed him. That makes it mine," Rick said. "Guys, it's not a competition. I don't mean to bring race into this, but it might sound better coming from a white guy," Glenn said. "I did what I did," T-Dog said as if the whole thing was his fault, "Hell if I'm going to hide from him."

"We could lie," Amy replied. "Or tell the truth. Merle was out of control. Something had to be done or he'd have gotten us killed," Andrea said, and looked at Lori, "Your husband did what was necessary. And if Merle got left behind, it is nobody's fault but Merle's," Andrea finished.

"And that's what we tell Daryl? I don't see a rational discussion to be had from that, do you?" Dale asked, looking around at us. "Word to the wise- we're gonna have our hands full when he gets back from his hunt."

"I was scared and I ran. I'm not ashamed of it," T-Dog said. "We were all scared. We all ran. What's your point?" Andrea asked. "I stopped long enough to chain the door." Everyone looked at T-Dog.

"Staircase is narrow. Maybe half a dozen geeks can squeeze against it at any one time. It's not enough to break that- not that chain, not that padlock . . . my point- Dixon's alive and he's still up there handcuffed on the roof. That's on us."

... ...

Sooner or later, everyone started to go to their tents. "Quinn," Amy called and I turned around to face her and Andrea. "We have a spot for you in our tent. You can share with us," Amy said, smiling at me. I smiled. "Thanks," I said and the sisters smiled.

"Come on," Andrea said and they took me to their tent. "You two taking care of her?" We turned around and saw Rick walking up to us with Lori and Carl. "Don't worry, she's in good hands," Amy said with a smile. The three smiled. "Good night, guys," I said. "Good night," Lori said with a smile and they walked to their tent while me and the sisters walked to the sisters tent.