Carol walked down the hallway with two Commonwealth soldiers walking behind her and she headed for the cell. The guard nodded to her as she nodded back and she walked to the cell bars. Pamela Milton sat on the bed as she looked straight ahead and Carol saw the anguish in her eyes.

"What do you want?" Pamela asked.

"I need to know where Captain Hank Trask took my friends," Carol said.

"Captain Hank Trask?"

"He is the captain of the Blue Dolphin."

"Never heard of him."

"Yes, you have. I found several files in Lance Hornsby's old office with your name and Trask's name in them."

"Those could have been planted."

"By who?"

"By Hornsby himself."

"Why would he do such a thing?"

"I have no idea."

Carol sighed as she shook her head and Pamela shifted slightly on the bed.

"If your friends are missing, you might have to accept the fact they're never coming back," Pamela said.

"You don't know Daryl or Caroline," Carol said then she walked away and the Commonwealth soldiers followed her. Carol felt a tight knot forming in her chest as she sighed and she walked faster down the hallway.

France – Luc' farm

The smell of cooking food woke Daryl and Caroline as he got off the floor and Caroline moved the bedding back. The door opened a bit as Marie looked in the room and she smiled at them.

"Morning!" Marie said in French.

"Good mornin'," Caroline said in French.

"Papa told me to come in here and tell you breakfast is ready," Marie said in French then she looked over at the door to her right. "The bathroom is in there."

"Ok," Caroline said in French and Marie closed the door.

"Nice kid," Daryl said and Caroline felt him shutting down. She knew he was missing Judith and RJ and she walked to him.

"I miss them, too," Caroline said.

Nodding, he headed for the bathroom as he opened the door, walked inside and closed the door behind him.

A few minutes later, Caroline and Daryl walked out of the bedroom as they headed for the wooden table and they sat on the wooden stools.

"Good morning," Luc said in French.

"Good mornin'," Caroline said in French and Daryl nodded.

Luc served the food and glasses of wine and milk for Marie then he sat down on the wooden stool. Marie and Luc lowered their heads as they reached out for Caroline and Daryl's hands and Caroline and Daryl took hold of their hands. Luc said grace then let go of Marie and Caroline's hands and they started eating.

"Miss Caroline," Marie said in French after she noticed the scars on Caroline's right hand and wrist and Caroline placed her right hand in her lap. "What happened to your hand?"

"A very bad lady smashed my hand with a hammer," Caroline explained in French.

"Why did she do that?"

"Because she was… She wanted to punish me for drawin' somethin' on the back of my hand."

"Didn't you have any paper?"

Caroline softly smiled as she shook her head and Marie smiled back.

"Did she say sorry?" Marie asked in French.

"No." Caroline said in French.

"Such acts of violence would not have been tolerated around here," Luc said in French with a slight growl. Caroline heard the truth in his words and they went back to eating their meals.

After they finished their meals, Luc led Caroline and Daryl outside and Luc hitched the horse to the cart. Daryl adjusted the straps to the backpack while Caroline hugged Marie and Marie walked to Daryl. Carefully kneeling down on his haunches, Daryl hugged Marie and she leaned her head against his head.

"Thank you for lettin' us stay," Caroline said in French and Luc smiled.

"You're welcome," Luc said in French, patting the side of the horse. "Now, I want you to take my horse and cart."

"No. We couldn't do that."

"What's wrong?" Daryl whispered to her after walking to Caroline.

"He wants us to take his horse and cart," Caroline whispered.

"I assure you I have another cart and I can always get another horse. My neighbor down the road breeds them," Luc said in French.

"Are you sure?" Caroline asked in French and Luc nodded and he removed the piece of paper from his shirt pocket.

"I have marked some points of interest on this map and circled villages along the way which will give you shelter at night," he said in French as he handed her a map.

"Thank you," she said in French and Luc blushed after she hugged him.

"I also thought you could use these. They were my wife's," he said in French as he handed her a pair of leather, fingerless gloves. She put the gloves on then flexed her fingers. "There is a rifle and boxes of ammunition in the box under the first seat. And some food and water."

"Thank you again," she said in French and he smiled.

Daryl watched Marie hug the horse's leg then kiss the tip of the horse's nose then she looked at Daryl.

"His name is Pepe. He likes carrots, but not apples. And he likes scratches behind his right ear," Marie explained quickly in French and Daryl nodded. He wished he could understand what she said and he lightly patted the horse's neck.

Luc watched while Daryl placed the backpack in the back of the cart as Carol got in the cart and Daryl went to sit on the driver's seat. He took hold of the reins as he nodded to Luc and Daryl gently pulled on the reins. Luc watched the cart going down the road as he smiled then Luc and Marie walked to the cottage.

The cart moved down the road while Caroline looked at the map and she moved her right index finger over the route Luc had outlined.

"If we keep goin' this way, there is a road to a small village on the left," Caroline said.

"See one now," Daryl said.

"It's four more passed that one."

Nodding, Daryl moved the reins to make the horse go a little faster and Caroline examined the map. She couldn't read most of the names of the villages when she recognized one name and her eyes widened.

"Shit," she whispered.

"What's wrong?" Daryl asked.

"Not sure how long it'll take fer us to get there, but we're not far from Paris."

"Are you talkin' about Paris, France?"

"Yep."

"That would explain why I can't understand anythin' anyone's sayin'," he said and she softly smiled. "Why the hell would someone want to bring us to France?"

"Dunno."

"Maybe we should've stayed at the inn with Trask."

"Yeah, but whoever paid him to kidnap us didn't sound like someone who would've answered our questions."

"Humph."

They rode in silence while Caroline studied the map and she flexed the fingers of her right hand.

"Are you ok?" Daryl asked after feeling a small pain in his right hand.

"My hand cramped up for a second," Caroline said.

Nodding, Daryl watched the road when he saw several Macabre staggering down the road and the horse started to get skittish. The memory of Nellie, Hershel's horse, moved through his head as Daryl moved the reins to make the horse go faster and Caroline reached into the box under the front seat for the rifle and the boxes of ammunition. She checked to see if the rifle was loaded as she moved to the back of the cart, took aim and the Macabre started following them.

"They're followin' us," she called out.

"Damn," Daryl grumbled.

Caroline felt the cart going faster as she held the rifle tightly in her hands and she was surprised when some of the Macabre started running. She remembered the Walkers who could run back home as she moved her right index finger over the trigger and she fired the rifle. The head of the first Macabre exploded as she took aim again and fired the rifle. After the head of the next Macabre exploded, Caroline reloaded the rifle and two more Macabre ran for the cart. She fired the rifle as the head of the Macabre exploded and she took aim at the second Macabre. She was surprised when the Macabre jumped into the air, did a few flips and headed for the cart.

"Son of a bitch!" she shouted then fired the rifle. The head of the Macabre exploded as two more Macabre ran at the cart and she reloaded the rifle. Caroline took aim as she fired the rifle and the head of the Macabre exploded. The second Macabre jumped into the air as she took aim then pulled the trigger. The head of the second Macabre exploded and she reloaded the rifle.

The cart went down the side road and Daryl steered the cart behind a large group of trees. He stopped the cart as he hopped off the driver's seat, walked to the horse and took hold of the bridle. He made soft hushing sounds while Caroline walked to him and she saw the horse had calmed down.

"Since when do Walkers know acrobatics?" she asked.

"Dunno," Daryl said with a sigh.

"The first two weren't even makin' a sound. Like the ones we saw back at the inn."

"What kind of a Walker doesn't make a sound?"

"Dunno."

He watched Caroline head back to the cart when she got in the cart, picked up the map and she sat down on the bench. She spread the map over her lap as she tried to find where they were and Daryl climbed onto the cart to sit next to her.

"We were here," she said as she pointed to the map then she moved her right index finger along the route. "The Walkers came from here. So…."

"We're here," Daryl said as he pointed to the map. He watched Caroline study the map as she moved her right index finger then she frowned.

"We can't go back the way we came. Don't know if there are any more Walkers."

"Do you wanna go this way?" he asked while pointing to a road on the map.

"It does circle around back to the main road, but this road leads to a village."

"Do you think we can make it before dark?"

"Maybe."

She watched her brother climb off the cart as he got into the driver's seat, picked up the reins and he moved the reins. The horse started moving as they headed down the road and Caroline placed the map back in the backpack.

Later that day, Daryl stopped the cart in front of an inn as a young man with blonde hair and hazel eyes walked closer and he looked at Daryl.

"Hello," Caroline said in French

"Hello," Marcus De'Fleur said in French.

"Do you have any rooms fer rent?"

"Yes, we do."

"And a stable fer our horse?"

"Yes."

Daryl and Caroline left the cart while Marcus got onto the driver's seat and they followed him to the stable. They watched him unhitch the horse then lead the horse into a stable and Caroline gave him some money. They headed back to the inn as Marcus opened the door and Daryl and Caroline walked inside. Daryl scanned the room with his eyes while they headed for the reception desk and a tall man with white hair peppered with black hair and gray eyes looked at them.

"Hello," Jean-Paul Grey said in French.

"Hello," Caroline said in French. "We were told you had rooms fer rent."

"How long will you be staying?"

"Just the night."

"One room or two?"

"Do the rooms have two beds?"

"Yes."

"Then just one room, please."

Nodding, Jean-Paul showed them the sign in book as they wrote their names and he handed Daryl the room key.

"The room is located on the second floor. Third room on the left," Jean-Paul said.

They headed for the staircase as they went upstairs and Daryl noticed the looks some people were giving them. When they arrived on the second floor, Daryl unlocked the door and they walked in the room. He closed the door as Caroline looked at the room and she saw the iron bars over the windows. The beds were near the windows and a small, light wood table was separated the beds from each other. She also saw the wardrobe to their left, a small, light wood table near the door with a ceramic pitcher and bowl near the door and a light wood bookcase. Iron candlesticks were on the small, light wood table and an iron chandelier was connected to the ceiling by an iron chain.

"Nice," Daryl said, placing the backpack on the bed.

Caroline removed the map from the backpack as she sat on the bed and she spread the map on top of the blanket. Daryl unpacked the backpack when he removed the leather vest with the wings on the back and he held the vest in his hands.

"You gonna put that on?" Caroline asked, glancing at him.

"Yeah," Daryl said while he took off the black denim jacket, slid the vest on then placed the black denim jacket back on. He sat next to Caroline on the bed as he looked at the map and she pointed to where they were.

"If we take this road, we'll be closer to Paris. If we go there, we might find someone who knows how to get us home."

"Or they might know who wanted to kidnap us in the first place."

"I have been thinkin' about that. What if it was the CRM?"

"Why would they want to kidnap us?"

"Maybe they were workin' with Milton and they wanted to get revenge fer what happened at the Commonwealth."

"Why wait until now?"

"Still workin' on that."

They sat in silence when Daryl leaned back against the headboard and he tapped his feet together.

"You said Connor and Murphy had to go away fer a long time," he said after a few seconds.

"Yeah, they did," she said with a nod.

"What happened?"

Daryl saw the slightly angry look on Caroline's face when she folded the map, got up to place the map back in the backpack, walked back to the bed and she went to sit next to him. He felt the tension coming from her as he turned to look at her and they locked eyes.

"Is it that bad?" Daryl asked.

"No. It's just…weird," Caroline said.

"How weird?"

Caroline tried to figure out how to tell him about what happened to Connor and Murphy when she sighed and Daryl felt the tension coming from her.

Boston – Saint Patrick's Day

Caroline arched up the green, floppy, felt top hat with plastic shamrocks on it when she walked to the door and she knocked. She waited when the door opened and Connor blinked his eyes a few times. She saw he was barely awake and he was wearing only his briefs. After his eyes cleared and he saw the hat she was wearing, he shook his head a few times, smiled then he leaned on the doorframe.

"Murphy, you gotta come and see this," he called out. Caroline saw Murphy walk to Connor when Murphy looked at her then he broke out laughing. Murphy was wearing just his boxers and he made a little cough as he stopped laughing.

"Shit," Murphy said while Connor stood back so he could walk to Caroline then Murphy kissed her left cheek.

"Thought you'd like it," Caroline said.

"Are you gonna wear that on th'train?" Murphy asked.

"I might," she said as Murphy slid his arms around her and she placed her hands on his shoulders.

"Are you joinin' us at McGinty's after work?" Connor asked as she looked at him then she frowned.

"Can't. Frank wants us to do a double shift."

"He's makin' you work late on Saint Patrick's Day!?" Murphy asked with wide eyes.

"Gotta get ready fer that motorcycle show."

"Which you're not gonna be able t'attend," Connor reminded her as he wagged his left index finger at her, but she saw the guilt on his face. "Sorry. That sounded harsh."

"No, that's what I told him. He said it didn't matter."

"Shit."

She saw the sadness in their eyes as she sighed and Murphy hugged her.

"Promise me you won't do anythin' crazy. Don't know if Frank will let me go and bail your asses outta jail if you do," she teased and they laughed.

"Can't promise that," Connor said when he kicked off the doorway then he went to get dressed and she looked at Murphy.

"He's right. Can't promise anythin'," Murphy said with a grin and she smiled.

"Well, I have to go," she said as she kissed his lips and her hands moved up his chest. She moved back as she smiled and he placed the hat on his head. "Looks better on you."

He smiled as he placed the hat back on her head and she headed for the elevator. She pushed the button to call the elevator as the door open and she walked in the elevator car. He gave her a wave as she nodded and the doors closed.

"Did they get into trouble?" Daryl asked.

"Well, Connor did. See, normally, I am not allowed to have private phone calls at work. But Frank told me Murphy really needed to talk to me," Caroline said.

"What happened to Connor?"

Caroline looked at the ceiling when she recalled what Murphy had told her and Daryl's eyes widened after she told him what happened. Then he broke out laughing and Caroline shrugged.

"Did you ever meet their mom?" Daryl asked.

"Nope. I talked to her on the phone a few times. I nearly pissed myself from laughin'."

"What happened next?"

"Well….," Caroline said then she told him what Murphy and Connor told her.

"That really happened?" Daryl asked.

"Yeah."

"To be honest… Merle and I woulda done somethin' like that."

"What happened next scared the shit outta me."

He listened to her as Caroline told him what Connor and Murphy said happened the next day and Daryl gave her a shocked look.

"Are you sure they weren't lyin'?" Daryl asked.

"You know I'm good at tellin' when someone's bullshittin' me. They weren't," Caroline said.

"Are you sure? I mean Connor…"

"I saw the wounds on his wrists. He either did what he said he did or he tried to kill himself. And that is somethin' I know he would never do."

"When did you find out what happened?" Daryl asked and Caroline closed her eyes. Her mind replayed what happened as she opened her eyes, looked at Daryl and he felt the worry and concern coming from her.

Boston

Caroline got out of the car as she leaned her right forearm on the roof of the car and she looked at Frank.

"See you tomorrow," she said and Frank smiled.

"Sorry I ruined your night," Frank said.

"I'm sure Murphy will find a way to make it up to me."

"Never thought I'd say this, but he and his brother…? They really have drawn you outta that shell of yours."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Nope. Just wonder what your dad would say if he could see you now."

"I think Dad would say it's about fuckin' time."

"Hey, watch the mouth, Young Lady," he warned and she laughed.

"Sorry."

She then saw the puzzled look on Frank's face. She turned as she saw the police officers standing near the small tunnel under her building which led to the front door and the police tape covering the entrance to the alleyway next to the building.

"Get in the car," Frank said with a serious tone. Caroline quickly got in the car when she closed the door and one of the police officers walked closer.

"Is there something wrong?" the police officer asked after he stopped near the driver's side door and Frank glared at him.

"I don't know. Is there?" Frank asked.

"Do you live here, Sir?"

"No, I do," Caroline said and the police officer looked at her.

"What is your name, Miss?"

"Look. Just tell us what's going on," Frank said.

"Sorry. I can't do that unless she tells me her name."

Caroline looked out the window when her landlord saw her and he quickly walked to the car. She lowered the window as he leaned his left forearm on the roof of the car and she saw the worry in his eyes.

"Mister Murry, what's goin' on?" Caroline asked.

"It appears someone was killed in the alley," Archie Murry said.

"Do they know who it was?"

"No, they haven't told me shit."

"Why can't I…?"

"Sir, does she live here?" the police officer asked and Archie looked at him.

"Yes," Archie said.

"Why can't I go inside?" Caroline asked as Archie looked at her.

"Not sure if it's related, but someone tore out the toilet out of the floor in one of the apartments. The pipes burst and flooded the apartment below it," Archie said as he looked at the building.

"Which floor?"

"The fifth floor."

"Which apartment?"

"Five C."

Caroline felt her heart jump in her chest as she looked at the building and she frowned.

"That's Connor and Murphy's apartment," she whispered.

"How does someone tear out a toilet?" Frank asked.

"I have no idea. All the police have told me is the toilet was torn out of the floor, there was blood and water leading out of the apartment into the hallway, somehow the door to the roof was open and the blood and water led to the roof," Archie said.

Caroline felt like she was going to be ill. The thought of either Connor or Murphy being badly injured caused a cold chill to move through her and tears formed in the corners of her eyes.

"Do you…? Do you know if Connor and Murphy are alright?" she asked in a soft voice.

"No, I don't," Archie said in a soft voice.

"Look, let's go to my place. I'm sure they're ok," Frank said. Nodding, Caroline closed the window and Frank started the car. He slowly back the car up as Caroline looked at the building and the car headed down the street.

"After we got to Frank's place, I tried to figure who to call to find out what happened to Murphy and Connor," Caroline said.

"Who did you call?" Daryl asked.

"Rocco."

Boston

Caroline sat on the corner of the desk in Frank's den when she picked the receiver off the phone cradle and she dialed Rocco's phone number. She held the receiver up to her left ear as she listened to the sound of the phone ringing on the other end then a soft click.

'What do you want?!" Rocco's voice demanded and she moved the receiver from her ear.

"Hey, Rocco. It's me," Caroline said.

"Shit! Hey, Girl."

"Where're Connor and Murphy?"

"Have no idea."

"Cut the bullshit."

"I really don't…"

"Rocco!"

"Ok. Ok. Fuck. They're in jail."

"They're what?!"

"Keep your voice down. I can't go into details. Just know they're fine. I'm sure Murphy will tell you what's up once he and Connor are released."

"When's that gonna happen?"

"Tomorrow. Now, look, I gotta go. See ya on the flipside."

"That's when he hung up," Caroline said.

Daryl felt Caroline shutting down as he slid his right arm around her shoulders and she leaned against him.

"I remember not bein' able to sleep that night. All these thoughts were goin' through my head. Were they alright? Were they gonna go to jail? What was I gonna do if they were sent to jail? Should I tell Frank? Should I just get on the next bus and leave town? If I did that, and they didn't go to jail, would Murphy hate me?" she said and Daryl felt the guilt, resentment and sadness coming from her. They sat in silence when Daryl's stomach grumbled and she smiled at him. "Wanna go get somethin' to eat?"

"Yeah," Daryl said with a nod. They got off of the bed then headed for the door and Daryl opened the door. They left the room as he closed the door behind them and they headed for the stairs.