It's been two days since the group left the cul de sac, Jane and Abraham behind; Rosita's surgery has gone well however she's been in and out of consciousness; only lucid for a few minutes out of the day due to the pain killers that she's being given around the clock.

The damage in Michonne arms isn't too extensive but she will need to keeping her arms crossed and in a sling for the next few days so the tendons heal properly.

On the whole Rick and his people are feeling quite satisfied at the fact that they didn't lose anyone in the quick get away from the storm. They're also hoping that the survivors that left with them from the block turn out to be good additions to their group.

Day three

Its early morning; Rick and Michonne are sitting at a small writing table in the corner of their adjoining rooms at the farthest end of the east wing. At first, Rick felt bad that Michonne had to keep her arms in slings for the next four or five days.

But when Rick came back to the motel on the second late afternoon; after he, Daryl and Glenn went around the area marking trees to indicate a perimeter, he felt relaxed and at ease knowing that Michonne was unable to move about. In fact, he'd been sleeping quite well because of his contentment.

The bright morning autumn sun peaks through the curtains as Rick feeds Michonne a warm bowl of chicken noodle soup. One half of the happy newlyweds sits in silence; pissed off at her detainment because of the arm sling. Rick on the other hand, tries to restrain his cheery disposition by looking empathetic to her predicament. The sun brings out the shimmer in her lovely brown yet scowling eyes as he spoons feeds her the highly salty soup.

Feeling bitter toward her situation she asks him in a low lamentable tone, "You like seeing me like this don't you?"

He looks at her scornfully as he drags the bottom of the spoon across the lid of the bowl; removing the excess soup so it doesn't drip, "Like what?"

"Like this", she repeats with extra irritability in her voice.

As he lifts the spoon to her mouth he says benignantly, "Noo, I don't like seeing you like this", he places an elusory look on his face, "Why would you ask me that?"

Irked by his answer and question; she says sorely through her gritted teeth, "Not like this", bringing her confined crossed arms up for Rick to see, "I mean like this", this time moving her crossed arms in a circular motion for meaning being stuck in the room.

Rick studies her and places the bowl on table; crosses his arms then makes the same circular motion to mock her, "No, I don't like seeing you like this."

He picks up the bowl again and goes back to feeding her; then he gives her a naughty look, "There're a number of ways I want to see you…naked and handcuffed to a bed post maybe…but not like this" he lewdly grins.

Michonne narrows her eyes and poorly attempts to hide her smirk, "You know what I mean Grimes."

He feeds her the last of the soup; wipes her mouth then stands up and kisses her on the forehead, "I won't lie to Chonne', I do feel a lot better knowing where you are all day every day. I must've aged ten years in the past 3 or 4 months over not knowing where you were or if you were safe."

Rick heads toward the door, "Now, do you want me to send Carl in to read to you?"

Michonne nearly loses her balance trying to get out the chair. When Rick rushes over to help her; she gives him an angry look, meaning she doesn't want help.

"No, that's alright, I think I'm gonna go back to sleep. I'm not getting a lot of rest…I can't get comfortable with my arms like this." She says fidgeting.

He's about to grab his jacket to leave when she blurts out, "Bob's supposed to come by later to do some more PT with me; according to him I should be back to normal in another day or two". She sits down on the bed, "Daryl was telling me about an abandon sanatorium 15 or 20 miles north of here; that maybe be good place for group if we should have to leave anytime soon. The grounds are probably walled so it'll keep the walkers out. I'll take the SUV when I'm better and check it." She tells him casually.

Rick tries to hide his displeasure now that he's heard her plans, "Yea well…I'll be back later."

Rick walks down to one of the larger motel rooms that have been made in to a centralized kitchen. As he walks in he sees Carl down on his knees in the bathroom washing dishes in the tub. When he walks over to hand Carl the bowl and spoon Carl gripes, "Dad why do I have to wash the dishes?"

"Carl, everybody's taking a turn with KP duties you know that. Nobody complains they just do it; even that little girl Catori does them. Now if you keep on complaining I'm a make you take her day of KP."

Carl concedes and says, "O.k."

Rick continues down to the other end of the hallway towards Daryl's room. When he get to the door he notices that his door is slightly open; so he lightly knocks twice but gets no a response. He walks in sees the backs of Daryl, Tyreese, Glenn and Bob looking out of the window.

Curious as to what they're gawking at he asks, "What ya'll looking at?"

The four of them anxiously turn around like the three stooges; Like a Curly Howard, Glenn nervously fumbles with the binoculars; then in stuttering unison the four men say, "Nothin".

Rick walks over to Glenn and grabs the binoculars away to look out the window; he looks out and sees the mysterious woman that helped Michonne and Carl a few days ago with her little sister. As he watches the older sister; he sees that the's doing some soing mixture of yoga and martial arts. The two sisters reminds him of the kung fu flick he saw as a kid called, "Against the Drunken Cat's Paw".

He turns back around and shamefully looks at his soldiers, "What are you…a bunch of peeping toms?"

Glenn snatches the binoculars from Rick and says, "No..." The four men go back to watching the mysterious woman, "…peeping toms stare in to peoples room; she's out there in the open for everybody to see."

Rick rolls his eyes and shakes his head again, "Listen, I need to talk to ya'll, I was thinkin' that from now on all of our women should always have one of us around when away from camp. We don't know the area that well and it's better to be safe than sorry."

All four men look at Rick in agreement; then Bob adds, "I don't think anyone would have a problem with that…well except for one...maybe."

The room gets silent at the last part of Bob's statement; then the four of them look at Rick pathetically.

After a few seconds of silence Daryl leans in a little and shallowly says to Rick, "You do know she used to be a trial lawyer right?"

Rick immediately gets defensive and says, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Daryl holds up his hands in clemency and tells him, "I'm just sayin' anybody that was able to convince my brother to do the exact opposite of what he normally did, has some pretty good rhetoric is all."

Rick changes the subject and asks Bob, "How's Rosita?"

"She's alright, still in and out of consciousness from the pain killers but she appears to be doing pretty good so far." Bob answers.

Before Rick leaves he tells Daryl, "And stop showing her maps of the area", Daryl shrugs his shoulder in a laughable submissive manner. "Have you been out to check the snares yet?" Daryl shakes his head no, "Alright, I'll be back in a while and go with you; I wanna talk to the new people before I leave."