The next morning.

When Len woke up Daryl wasn't in the tent, as she had expected him to be. She laid for a while to think about what Daryl had told her last night when he found her crying under heavy blankets.

"Just 'cause ya ain't in India any more don't mean you can't still do what ya need t' do." In response to her plea of existential crisis over the past six years, the present now voiding the past. "Quit your wallowin' an' go t' bed. Goddamn."

Despite his charming sentiment he was right. It was just going to take a lot determination to get back into the mind set she'd put herself in for all those years. Len figured she first start with meditation, at the least. Perhaps later in the day move to yoga. She grabbed up a blanket and dressed herself in shorts and a tank top, not even caring in the slightest if the camp saw her tattoos.

But as Len walked out from the tent she was suddenly faced with two children. A young brunette boy with freckles and a skinny blonde girl with a heart clip in her hair; Carl and Sofia.

"Oh, hello." She said softly, trying to sound a little bit kinder than she felt. Sofia smiled as Len began to unfold the blanket. "Can I help you two?"

Carl looked down, and shyly asked, "Is it true you're from India?"

Len smirked, glancing around to find Daryl. She caught his gaze and glared at him. But he returned with the slightest smirk.

"I'm not from there, but I lived there for a very long time." They both smiled.

"What was it like?" Carl asked as Len spread the blanket out and sat upon it. She crossed her legs.

"A lot better than here." And she closed her eyes. A few moments of silence passed and Len opened an eye, hoping to see them gone. But they were still expectantly standing there, like children do. She sighed and opened both of her eyes.

"India...is like a rainbow." She started and the both of them smiled and sat down in front of her quickly. "Everywhere you look there's a woman in bright red, a man driving a turquoise blue taxi, a—a camel holding a newly wed couple in all sorts of gems and silks and netting. Sometimes if you're lucky you can see elephants covered in red and white and yellow paint with jeweled hats and saddles. The air is hot but everything moves so fast, the country creates it's own breeze." By this moment Len had the two of them in her palms by just her words. She talked to the both of them for two hours before teaching them how to meditate. But by then as they were all silent Len began to realize how much she missed India and all it's beautiful scenery. It was a struggle to keep herself crying.

Thirty minutes later.

"Sofia!"

"Carl!"

Carol and Lori began to panic as they hadn't seen their children in over two hours. Daryl and Rick perked up and began looking around but suddenly Dale ran up to them, smiling.

"Follow me." He said as he led them all to the edge of camp where Daryl and Len's tent was. What they saw was, dare Daryl think it, adorable. Len sat, cross-legged, eyes closed, hands resting on her knees and Carl and Sofia facing her, mirroring her posture.

Lori walked up to the kids and touched their shoulders, they both jumped but quickly came out from their sort of stupor and smiled hugely at each other. Lori smiled as well, though slightly out of confusion.

"What are you guys doing?"

"We were meditating, mom. It's really fun." Sofia nodded.

"Len taught us." She said. Lori looked at Len who still had her eyes closed.

"Len?" She said, "Len?" Louder. The woman still sat.

"Len said that sometimes when she meditates it's like she's in another world. She said it's better than this one. She also said it's almost impossible to wake her from it." Carl said as they began to walk off.

Daryl walked forward. "Len." He called as he stood in front of her, "Lennon." Daryl then sighed and knelt down and shook her a little too violently. "Len!" Her eyes shot open and she gasped, her whole body convulsing as she savagely pushed Daryl's hand from her shoulder and jumped away from him a good five feet before she looked around with a terribly confused expression consuming her brow. She breathed deeply, still confused and stared at Daryl.

She stood and grabbed his bow he'd set down and rushed off toward the woods with it. Daryl knew he probably shouldn't have bothered her, but he couldn't have a nearly catatonic liability just sitting out like live bait, could he? Nor could he let her go too far with his bow. But Dale stopped him before he could go.

"Perhaps your's is not the face she wants to see right now. Just give her time, she'll be back soon." Daryl clinched his jaw, staring out into the woods.

"Whatever." He said as he walked back to his tent and climbed inside.

Ten hours later.

It was night, probably around midnight and Len still hadn't made her way back yet. Daryl kept telling himself that he'd give her another hour before going out to look for her. But he'd been giving her the benefit of the doubt for three hours now. Just as he was about to sit up from his sleeping bag he heard the zipper of the door slide open quietly. He watched a faint outline of a head pop in.

"Did I wake you?"

Daryl grunted, and rolled so his back was facing her, "No."

"Good." She said as she stepped in. "I need you to come down to the quarry to keep watch while I wash myself off."

"Are you askin' or tellin'?" Daryl muttered angerly, he heard her sigh and then felt a heavy clunk of metal land on his legs.

"Please?" She whispered. Daryl sighed, already regretting it as he sat up and walked out. When they reached the quarry he finally got a good look at her from the moon's reflection on the water giving out light.

"Jesus christ, what'd you do, gut a walker and bathe in it's blood?" Daryl stood shocked as Len began to remove her clothing. She was completely covered in blood, just like the first time he'd met her. He turned his head quickly before she jumped into the water.

"I went into town..." She ducked her head into the water.

"What'd you do that for?"

"I needed to get away..." She floated still in the water, bobbing up and down, "Being with such a large group just..." Len sighed and let herself drop back under and swim out farther. Daryl sighed himself and sat up against a rock, peering around occasionally. After about ten minutes he heard some splashing and Len was quickly out of the lake with a blanket wrapped around her body with her clothes in her hands.

When they got back to the tent Len didn't even bother dressing herself as she practically launched her body onto her sleeping bag.

Before then, the past two nights, Len never really said a word to Daryl as they slept in the dark not four feet from each other, but something took ahold of Len when she asked him how he was.

"Why do you care?"

"I don't know." She replied, "I just do."

"I'm fine." He replied. She chuckled.

"Yeah, just how I'm fine."

"...that was some weird shit you were doin' eariler." He said, Len smirked in the darkness.

"It was zen." She said. "I figured they needed it."

"Well the kids were ten times more annoying than they usually are, so good job." Len laughed, actually laughed.

"I used to meditate all the time. But doing it earlier today, just made me sad—made me want to kill things." Daryl's eye brows raised.

"Well you're in the right world for it."

"...I feel like I belong in this world." She said, not ashamed of it at all. Daryl always thought he was better fit for this world as well.

"This world is hard," Daryl started, "But simple. Takes people like us to make sense of it."

"People like us?" She asked.

"Violent people."

Len sighed, looking up through the tent's skylight. You could always see the stars like that in India. For a moment she was as content as she was there. Daryl's grumbled words fell over her like wet fabric.

"Good night Daryl." She said quietly, Daryl grumbled in response already half way to sleep.