After they had properly burned and buried all the bodies Shane told Len and Daryl to go out and scout a perimeter north a ways, just to be safe, while he and Rick took the south.

Len struggled to keep up with Daryl as he shot every which way through the woods, eyeing everything through his scope.

"Daryl, you know there's nothing here." Len said, trying to get him to stop. "And you know if there was it won't matter because we're not staying here much longer."

Daryl sighed, as he lowered his crossbow. He didn't have say anything to let Len know he understood. She approached him from behind. She knew he was still upset with her when she stepped in his way of killing Jim but all she really wanted to do was wrap her arms around his waist and kiss the back of his neck, to whisper in his ear that she really really wanted to care about him, more than she ever had anyone before. She couldn't let him become something like that. But she couldn't tell him something like that.

When she was inches from his back Len couldn't do anything but rest her forehead on his back, between his shoulder blades. Daryl tensed up faster than she expected him to. Len pulled her head back quickly and he turned around. When he saw the ever familiar expression of vulnerability on Len's face his eyes immediately softened. He dropped his cross bow and Len quickly shot into his arms.

She muttered something into his chest but he couldn't make it out. And even though Daryl was completely abashed by her form clinging to his torso he immediately wrapped an arm around her shoulders and held her head against his chest.

Len started shaking and Daryl gripped her tighter, trying to figure out why she was so fragile in moments like these.

"It's okay, Len. It's okay." He tried his best to console her but she still clung to his form for dear life.

After about five minutes Len began to pull herself together but still lingered in Daryl's arms.

"I'd do anything to protect you, Daryl." She admitted, to Daryl and to herself. "If there was anyone that had a purpose in this world anymore...it'd be you."

Daryl didn't know what to say. He thought she just spoke lies, though he didn't know why she would.

Len pulled back and rubbed her eyes. "Sorry." She said stepping back from him. Daryl quickly put a hand on her cheek and she gently leaned into his palm. Len placed her own hand on top of his and moved to kiss the edge of his hand where his wrist met the joint to his thumb. A sensitive spot if Daryl ever had one; anywhere Len's lips rested.

Len accompanied Daryl in his truck, both their motorcycles tied up in the bed. Every now and then Len would look over at Daryl but he wouldn't look at her. She ended up leaning against the door, stretching her legs across the seat, her toes occasionally brushing Daryl's leg.

Within ten minutes she had fallen asleep. Daryl glanced over at her, glanced again and smiled.

But soon Dale's RV broke down and everyone stepped out of their cars. Daryl left Len to her nap though, he figured she needed the sleep.

"I told ya we'd never get far on that hose." Dale muttered to Rick. "I needed the one from the cube."

"Can you jury-rig it?"

"That's all it's been so far. It's more duct-tape than hose."

"Y'all," Jacqui jumped out of the RV, "Jim—it's bad, I don't think he can take anymore."

Daryl rolled his eyes and kept watch, glancing every which way. Rick walked into the RV when Andrea approached Daryl.

"Where's Len, Daryl?" She asked.

"She was out like a light—still in the truck." Andrea nodded and walked down the road towards Daryl's truck.

She knocked on the driver's side window and Len jumped awake. She saw Andrea and rubbed her eyes quickly as she hauled herself out of the truck. Andrea walked around and approached her.

"Hey Len..."

"Hey." She yawned.

"I just wanted to say sorry for being so rough with you last night. And I wanted to thank you, for trying to save Amy. It's more than I could have done." Len smiled sadly and nodded.

"It's no problem, Andrea, I did what anyone of us would have done."

"Yes but you did it before any of us could process what was happening. It was brave of you." Len nodded her head, looking at her feet. "If...you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"

Len chuckled, "I'm 25."

"Just a year older than Amy." Andrea said wistfully, smirking. Len smiled.

"My birthday's coming soon I think, if I'm counting the days right. I hear yesterday was hers, May 2nd?"

Andrea nodded, as Len glanced around her to see Jim being escorted out of the RV.

"Jim's finally made his decision."

Andrea looked at her with a peculiar look in her eye. "How d'you know? They could be taking him out there to kill him."

"If that was the case Daryl'd be following like a hawk, but he's standing by the RV. I feel like Rick would honor a choice to leave Jim by himself." Andrea nodded, understanding her thinking.

"Did you go to college, Len?"

"Me?" She looked at Andrea, laughed, watching Rick and Lori talking in the distance. "No, no. I—uh, I didn't really have the means, nor the—uh, motivation."

"Oh, that's a shame, you're a very intelligent woman." Len wanted to scoff but she held it in and nodded. Andrea followed behind her when she started to walk over to where everyone was gathering around Jim.

Len placed herself next to Daryl as everyone said their goodbyes to him. Daryl and Len lingered, he nodded and left as she walked forward.

"Hey Jim." He smiled.

"Hey—L—Len...what's—what's up?"

Len laughed, "Not much. How 'bout you?"

"Oh, nothin' just catching some sun." Len laughed gently as she heard Daryl cleared his throat. She glanced back at him and he nodded his head toward the truck. "Looks like your man getting a little anxious."

"He's not—" Len paused glancing back at Daryl. "He's fine."

"You know," Jim grunted and twisted against the tree, "Daryl's a good guy."

"I know." She smiled.

"Even if he did try to stick an axe in my head." Len smirked, "But you stopped him, just by standing in front of me..."

Len was confused, though she didn't show it, as to why Jim was saying these things to her, talking to her. But she quickly attributed it to his fever and tried to follow his words.

"He is a good guy, and you...you'll make him an even better one, in time." Len paused, watching Jim carefully. But she quickly grabbed his hand, suddenly recognizing what he was trying to tell her. Len knew that earlier, when he dreamt of the graves, he'd shown signs of precognition. "Imagine that...love amidst the apocalypse."

Len tried to laugh with him but what he just muttered scared her to death. She glanced at Daryl who gave her the "what the fuck" shrug and she quickly turned back around and eyed Jim. She didn't say anything but Jim knew what she was asking and he nodded. Len stood up, her eyes on his as she walked back over to Daryl.

"S'bout time." He muttered and they both returned to the truck. When they got back on the road Daryl looked at her, biting his nail, "What he say to ya?"

Len snapped her head towards him, pulled from her thoughts, "Um, nothing, really. He was just talking nonsense."

Daryl nodded and kept his eyes on the road, not speaking another word until they got to the CDC.