Tyreese turns the solar latern up some more so Sasha can re-bandage both wounds on Rosita now that she has had a blood transfusion.
"I'm gonna go downstairs to help finish packing the truck." Tyreeses tells Bob then leaves the room.
Bob explains to Sasha that they wait for couple of hours before attempting to get Abe's bullet out of her back to make sure Rosita's body doesn't reject the blood transfusion.
"Won't we need to put her under to get that bullet out of her back?" Sasha asks.
"If we were in a better situation…yes, but we will have to make it happen without it. I only stuck my finger in the wound about an inch before I felt the bullet. So if we can somehow hold her down like we did with Michonne it might work." He explains.
Bob becomes somewhat light headed while standing and talking with Sasha and nearly falls to the floor.
Sasha catches him and leads him over to Carl's mattress that was brought in by Tyreese, "Just stay here I'll go and get you some to eat and some water from downstairs."
Before she goes down stairs she peeps in to the master bedroom to see if Michonne's fever has come down. When she looks in to the room she sees Rick and Carl sitting next to each other on the floor against the wall with one dimly lit solar lamp in the far corner of the room.
"Has her fever come down some?" She asks.
Rick walks over and gently touches Michonne's forehead and leg; shakes his head yes then he goes back to sitting next to Carl on the floor.
Sasha closes the door and is about to heads down stairs when tidal wave of emotions hits her so hard that it she stops to leans up against the wall for a few seconds.
As Daryl is coming upstairs with Judith; he halts on the step before hers and softly asks, "You good?"
She looks down at Judith sleeping in Daryl's arms then looks at him shaking her head and with a heavy sigh she asks him, "How in the hell have we made it this far?"
"By constantly having something to do, that's all." He reasons.
Daryl leans in to look at her, "Hey, you can't have a breakdown now, not now. Once we get to the motel and everybody settled, I promise to give you two days of mental breakdown."
Sasha chuckles a little; shakes her head and continues down the stairs.
Daryl quietly walks in to the master bedroom with Judith; Rick gets up to and walks over to him.
"How's she doing? Daryl asks.
Rick gently grabs Judith from Daryl, "It looks as though the fever is coming down but she is still unconscious."
Daryl shakes his head happily pleased to finally hear some good news, "Look me, Tyreese, Maggie and Glenn are gonna finish loading up the truck so we can be ready to move as soon as Bob and Sasha says it's cool for Rosita to travel."
Rick looks over at Carl and whispers, "Hey."
He comes walking over to his father, "I want you to go and be a look out while they finish packing up the truck."
Carl nods his head and walks down stairs with Daryl.
Looking up at the night sky, Carl had forgotten what it was like to sit and gaze at the stars and moon. Over the past couple of months there had been more days and nights of over cast and rain than there were of sunny days and clear nights. There just never seem to be anytime to just sit and wonder; to imagine or to appreciate something majestic. But this particular late night had proven to be a lucky one as he's finally able to be alone with his thoughts sitting on the curb; keeping watch…sort of, while Maggie, Tyreese, Glenn and Daryl finish packing up the truck.
Focusing at night the sky; he notices that there isn't a cloud to be seen anywhere. If he tried hard enough he could remember the last time he and his mother laid outside on the grass in their yard back in King County during those autumn nights looking up at luminous sky.
He sadly glances away from the magnificent night sky to watch a small stream of water flow in to the storm drain; he places his muddy boot in to the stream of water. As the water washes away some of mud from his boots he lets out a long sigh and with a heavy heart he says to himself, "I miss you Mom."
Daryl wakes from a non-REM sleep in a chair on the front porch. Its early morning and yet again he doesn't hear any robins sounding off. In fact he notices that everything in the block is ominously quiet.
Remembering all that has transpired; he pulls joint out of his pocket and goes to light it up but a burst of storm winds quickly blows through the area. He studies the dark morning sky as stars disappear beneath the shallow storm clouds; in spitting distance of the storm drains, he hears the force of rushing water as it quickly trickles out and on to the street.
Tyreese is on his way out the front door with some blankets and linen when he sees Daryl running up toward him, "What's up?"Tyreese asks.
"Ty, we gotta get out of here right now, there's a serious storm coming we gotta move."
"How are we supposed to move? Bob and Sasha are about to take the bullet out of Rosita's shoulder." Tyreese tells him.
Judith wakes up in between Rick and Michonne asleep on the bed. She crawls over to Michonne and starts playing with her hair then snuggles her with an Eskimo kiss.
Michonne begins to wake up slowly from her unconscious state when she feels tiny toddler hands playing with her hair and a tiny toddler nose tickling hers. She begins to talk while coming out of her state,
"Andre, you can wake daddy first to change you sometimes, I had this horrible nightmare…", when she goes to turn on her side the soreness of her arms quickly snaps her awake.
She wrinkles her face from the soreness in her arms. Discombobulated, she looks around the room and understands that her nightmare is the reality and Andre' playing with her hair was merely a dream. Witnessing Judith's smiling face; a surge of tears and emotions fill Michonne's eyes as she recalls all of what has happened since the turn and how she lost lost her little boy.
Judith, now observing the look on Michonne's face, crawls closer to her and embraces her around the neck smothering her with kisses on the cheek; mimicking what Michonne does to her every morning.
Michonne makes a slight whimper from the pain when raising her arms to hug Judith; she sees the bandages around her wrists obligating her to recall some of the events that took place the day before.
However, she is also immensely grateful that Judith is there to comfort her.
Rick wakes up upon hearing Michonne weep; he smiles at the fact that she's a wake then becomes very concerned as to why she's crying and hugging Judith so tight, "Hey…", he places his hand on Michonne's back, "What's wrong?"