Claudia led them down the hallway which split into three directions and she frowned, placing her hands on her hips.

"Great," she whispered.

"Who are these kids?" Caroline asked.

"The older kid's called Chandler. He and his brother, Peter….? Their dad was the head researcher around here. He was also our leader."

"Was?" Katherine asked.

"He and his team died while out on a run a few months ago."

"What about their mother?" Murphy asked.

"She was on the team."

"And the other boy?" Daryl asked.

"His dad was their dad's wing man. He and his wife died on the run, too."

"Why didn't one of 'em stay behind?"

Claudia stayed silent. Daryl noticed a look in her eyes as he frowned and Claudia sighed.

"Sounds like they're a handful," Caroline said with a smile as she thought about Judith, RJ, Hershel and Gracie.

"That's putting it mildly," Claudia said with a sigh then shook her head. "Good thing the little one's a sweetie."

"There's another kid?" Katherine asked.

"Yep. She's the youngest boy's sister."

"Where is she?" Daryl asked.

"Wherever her brother and those two brats are."

"Hmph."

"What should we do?" Caroline asked.

"We need to split up," Claudia said.

"Now that doesn't sound like a good idea," Connor said.

"He's right. We don't know you. You could be sendin' us into a trap," Daryl said.

"Guess you'll have to trust me," Claudia said.

"You gettin' th'feelin' we're in deep shit?" Murphy whispered to his brother while leaning his right elbow on Connor's left shoulder.

"Yeah, I am," Connor whispered.

Sighing, Claudia rolled her eyes and they headed down the hallway to their left. They headed for the door to the fire exit when she opened the door and they headed for the stairs. She led them upstairs when they came to the top floor and she went to open the door.

"Hold on," Daryl said as he walked to the door, looked through the small window in the door, but didn't' see anything in the hallway. He did notice the door was slightly ajar when he moved back and kicked the door open. A plastic bucket filled with what smelt like pee fell to the floor and the yellowish liquid spread over tiles. "Cute."

"Guess we found out where the kids went," Caroline said after she went to stand next to her brother.

"Yeah."

They walked around the puddle on the floor when they walked in the hallway and Daryl heard the sound of a child crying.

"This way," Daryl whispered and they quietly headed down the hallway. The crying grew louder as he held up his right hand and they stopped.

"Will you shut her up?!" a young boy's voice demanded.

"I want Mama!" a little girl's voice bellowed and someone hushed her.

"Do you think it was one of….?" a little boy's voice asked then paused.

"The alarms woulda gone off if it was. It's probably some of those assholes," the first young voice said.

"I want Mama!" the little girl's voice shouted again.

"Shut up!"

"Right," Murphy grumbled as he and Daryl headed for the doorway and they walked in the room. They looked at the boys and the little girl, age four, with blonde hair and blue eyes, was sitting on the floor. She was crying and holding onto a plush fur toy cat. "What th'hell is goin' on in here?!"

"Who're you?" Chandler asked, holding a rifle in his hands.

"Put the rifle down. We ain't here to hurt you," Daryl said.

Chandler thought for a few seconds then lowered the rifle. Daryl walked over to the little girl as she sniffed and he knelt down on his haunches. She looked up at him when she wiped the tears from her eyes and she sighed.

"You gotta boo-boo," she said in a soft voice while pointing to the scar on Daryl's face under his left eye.

"Yeah," Daryl said and looked at the toy cat. "He gotta name?"

"Ebony."

"Are the monsters gone?" the youngest boy asked.

"There ain't no monsters. Just me, my friend and the rest of our group. What's yer name?" Daryl asked the little girl.

"Nikki," Nikki said.

"Daryl."

"What're you doing here?" Peter asked as he walked to Chandler.

"We're helpin' Claudia look fer you," Daryl said as he stood and Nikki looked up at him. He reached down to pick her up and held her in his arms.

"Told you she'd be mad," the boy with dark hair said as he walked to Daryl. "I'm Mark."

"Don't know why she's so mad. We just went and did some hunting," Chandler said as he walked to Daryl.

"By yerselves?" Daryl asked.

"Done it before."

Daryl saw the hurt in Chandler's eyes then Chandler lowered his head and Daryl pressed his lips into a thin line.

"Move," Daryl grumbled. The boys followed him and Murphy out of the room as they headed down the hallway and Claudia glared at the boys.

"Do you three have….?" Claudia growled.

"Back off," Chandler said and Peter stood slightly behind his brother.

"Don't you use that tone with me. You know it's dangerous to go out on your own."

"Look. It ain't like we haven't done it before."

"You took one of the vans!"

"So!? No one said we can't take one."

"I say you can't take one! You're only eleven!"

"Dad let me drive vans, cars and trucks since I was six."

"He isn't here!"

"And whose fault was that?! You were the one who was supposed to go out on that run not him!"

"I was sick with food poisoning!"

"They died because of you, You Lazy Bitch!"

"Why you little….!"

"Whoa! Hold on!" Daryl said as he held up his right hand while adjusting his hold on Nikki and he went to stand between them. Chandler looked up at him as Daryl gave him a stern look and Chandler snorted a breath of air. "You better tell her you're sorry."

"Or what?! You gonna hit me!?" Chandler asked with a smug look.

Daryl felt like he had kicked him in the stomach. Memories of times his father beat Merle for mouthing off to him or beating him just for breathing moved through his head and Caroline felt the fear, anger and annoyance coming from her brother.

"I don't hit kids," Daryl grumbled.

"You got any kids?" Peter asked.

"I got a niece and a nephew."

"Where are they?"

"They're back home."

"Are they nice?" Nikki asked and Daryl looked at her. His mind flashed back to when Judith was her age and she played with some of his hair.

"Yeah," he said while lightly moving her hand away from his hair.

Connor saw the angry look on Chandler's face as Chandler shook his head and he turned to look at Peter.

"Let's go," Chandler said. Peter nodded as he and Mark fell in line behind Chandler and Nikki wiggled in Daryl's arms.

"Down. Please," she said and Daryl lowered her to her feet. She ran to catch up with Mark as the kids went down the hallway then went around the corner.

"Why didn't you let them go!?" Claudia demanded.

"What do you want us t'do? Shoot 'em?" Connor asked.

Frustrated, Claudia headed for the fire exit door as she went around the large puddle and she headed down the stairs. Daryl, Caroline, Murphy, Connor and Katherine looked at each other when they headed for the fire exit door, carefully walking around the puddle, and they went to catch up with her.

France - Palace of Versailles

The cart came to a stop at the gate while the guards wearing dark blue body armor, black leather boots and riot helmets pointed rifles at them and one of the guards walked toward the cart.

"This is private property. Leave," one of the guards said in French. Carol noticed the rifle in the frightened look on Nanette's face and Nanette lowered her head.

"We are in need of help. Two of our friends are missing," Lance said in French while he walked to Carol and the guard saw the worried look in Hornsby's eyes. The other guard looked at Nanette, who got off the driver seat, walked to the guards and Carol realized the guard recognizes Nanette. Nanette spoke to him in a low voice and the guars looked at the cart then at her. She walked back to the cart as she climbed back onto the driver's seat and the guard who recognized her cleared his throat.

"I need to talk with our master," the guard said as he turned and headed for the guard station. Carol wondered what Nanette had told the guard as Carol frowned and Carol got up, walking toward Negan.

"What's wrong?" Negan whispered as she sat down next to him.

"It looks like Nanette knows one of the guards. Not sure what she told him, but he seemed to believe her," Carol whispered.

"Think she's leading us into a trap?"

"Considering how she nearly got us killed at Luc' farm? I wouldn't put it passed her."

"What's wrong?" Maggie asked and Carol explained. "Shit. What do you wanna do?"

"We'll wait," Carol said while the guard walked out of the guard station and headed to the cart.

"My master will meet you at the house," the guard said and the other guard opened the gate. Nanette hitched the reins as the horse and cart moved by them and Maggie whispered to Mike and Dawsons. They nodded their heads and Negan whispered to Hornsby and Mercer. He shook his head as Mercer went to reach for his rifle and the muscles in Mercer's jaw twitched. The cart moved down the paved drive as Carol and the others looked at the landscape and the palace appeared at the end of the paved drive.

"Whoa," Maggie said while looking at the palace and Negan nodded.

"Do you hear music?" Mike asked as the sound of music filled the air.

"Look!" Hershel said and they saw a tall man with black, curly hair watching a young girl, age eight or nine and had messy, curly dark hair dancing near the stairs. She had her back to them and Carol noticed her dancing seemed stiff and jerky. Her ballerina costume seemed tattered and stained and one of her ballet slippers was coming untied. A record player sat on the table near the stairs and two men stood near the table with long poles with leather straps on the end of the poles.

"Well done, Darling!" the man said in French as he clapped his hands then he looked at the cart. Carol saw the anger in his eyes as he walked closer, but whispered to the butler standing next to him. The butler walked to the girl as he talked softly to her and she stiffly followed him up the stairs. The men with the poles followed them up the stairs while they went inside and the man turned off the record player. He turned to look at the cart when he walked to the cart and looked from Nanette to the others. Carol noticed him curling his fingers into fists after he stopped near the cart and the man lightly shook his head.

"This doesn't look good," Carol whispered and Maggie nodded.

"Hello. Are you the owner of this place?" Lance asked in French.

"I am Remy De'Naucturno. And, yes, I am the master of this place," Remy said in French with a cold tone.

"Great. We're on a rescue mission. Have you seen these people?" Lance asked while Judith handed him the photograph and Lance handed the photograph to Remy. Remy looked at the photograph then at Judith and RJ and tilted his head to one side. Remy handed the photograph back to Hornsby, turned then he headed up the stairs. He opened the door as the guards in dark blue body armor, black leather boots and riot helmets exited the house and Remy looked back at the cart. "Uh…."

"Take them inside," Remy said in French and he went inside the palace. The guards ran down the stairs then to the cart and the guards pointed the guns at Carol and the others.

"We could take some of them," Mercer said to Carol.

"I am not going to risk any of us getting hurt," Carol said.

One by one, they exited the cart as Nanette watched the guards leading them up the stairs then she moved the reins. The horses and the cart headed down the paved drive when several guards appeared in front of the cart and Nanette stopped the horses.

"Our master wants you to stay as well," the guard said in French and Nanette felt a cold chill moving through her.

Inside the house, Carol watched while Remy spoke to one of the butlers and the butler nodded, walking away. Remy then walked to them, stopped and he placed his hands in front of him.

"I do apologize for my rudeness," Remy said in English and made a little bow.

"Do you normally treat guests like this?" Lance asked.

"Not normally," he said then looked at Judith. "May I see the photograph again?"

Judith walked to him when she handed him the photograph and he looked at Daryl, Caroline, RJ and Judith smiling at him. Remy noticed something in Daryl and Caroline's eyes as he sighed and handed the photograph back to Judith.

"Now….," Remy said as he walked to Carol and he placed his hands in front of him. "I have seen your friends. In fact, they were the first people who have been here who hadn't tried to harm me or my daughter."

"Why would anyone want to hurt either of you?" Carol asked and saw the sadness in his eyes.

"My daughter…. She has a condition which make her unlike other children," he said as he looked at the kids.

"What's wrong with her?" RJ asked.

"If I tell you… If you hear what is wrong with her… I am afraid you will attack us," Remy said, looking at Mercer.

"I did notice she seemed to have trouble dancing," Carol said and Remy gave her a sad smile.

"Yes. She does have trouble. But she is improving."

"Where are our friends?"

"They left here weeks ago."

"Why didn't you tell us that earlier?" Lance asked.

"I wasn't sure if I could trust you."

"Do you know where they went?" Carol asked.

"Yes. They…"

A shrill scream filled the air as Remy sighed and lightly shook his head.

"I told them not to do that until after you left," Remy grumbled.

"What are you talking about?" Mercer asked.

"I am talking about your driver."

"What did you do to her?"

"I didn't do anything. But…."

Remy paused while he tried to figure out what to tell them and he stood a little straighter after he decided to tell them the truth.

"Again… I apologize for being rude," he started then frowned. "You must understand. Most people think me insane. Maybe I am. But my insanity comes from grief and lose. Like I told your friends, I used to run this place before the world fell. I did the tours, booked parties in the grand gardens, booked plays in the grand theater and made sure everything stayed in pristine condition. My wife and her troupe preformed ballet shows for the tourists in the grand theater when they were done with the tours. My daughter? She wanted to be a prima ballerina like her mother. Then she and her mother became ill."

"Uh-oh. I don't like where this is going," Maggie said.

"And I understand your concerns. When my wife died, people came and removed her from this place. I was forced to go and watch her not only have a knife shoved into her head, but watch them burn her body."

They heard the pain, anger and sorrow in his voice and Remy sighed.

"I lied when I told them my daughter, Charlotte, was like me. She wasn't ill. But she was. I watched my little angel grow weaker day after day. She asked me if she would dance again. I told her she would and she was going to be a prima ballerina like her mother when she grew up. When she died… I knew I should have taken her to the people who prevented her mother from becoming a Macabre and allow them to do the same to her. I couldn't. When she came back…. It was… It was like she was still there. I don't' know how or why. I wasn't sure what to do next. That is when I played her one of her favorite pieces of music. She got out of bed and tried to dance. You should have seen her face when she got it right."

"What happens when you turn the music off?" Hershel asked.

"She gets a little…cranky," Remy said with a small smile.

"Which means you can never turn the music off," Negan said.

"No. I turn the music off so she and I can get some rest."

"She sleeps?" Carol asks.

"More like she sits quietly in her room until morning."

"Uh… What does she eat?" Dawsons asked.

"I do have men who go hunting in the woods around here and they bring back fresh meat for her. But… Well…. When someone tries to harm us? They get captured. Whoever volunteers is dinner for her."

Carol grabbed onto Mercer's right upper arm to stop him from moving toward Remy and Remy slightly smiled.

"Smart choice," Remy said.

"Why did Nanette end up as dinner for your daughter?" Lance asked.

"As I told you. I don't like it when people threaten me or my daughter. When your driver approached my guard? She said you were not who you would say you were. That you were a threat to not only me, but my daughter. But…," he said as he walked to Judith and knelt down on his haunches. "When I looked at that photograph? I saw the love, joy and happiness in your friends' eyes. I also remembered the talks we had over dinner."

"Uncle Daryl and Aunt Caroline talked about us?" Judith asked.

"Yes. They told me all about their niece, Judith, and their nephew, RJ," he said as he looked at RJ then at Judith. "Is it true your nickname is Little Ass Kicker?"

"Yeah. It is," she said with a small laugh. Remy stood as he walked back to Carol and they locked eyes.

"When I told them about my wife, Angelique? I saw the loneliness and pain in your friend's eyes," Remy said. "After I asked him what was wrong? Your friend told me about someone called Carol. He was talking about you. Wasn't he?"

"Yes," Carol said with a nod.

"He said he missed you."

"I miss him, too," Carol whispered and Remy turned to look at the others.

"As for the rest of you…," Remy said as he held his arms out. "If you didn't care about your friends? You wouldn't have come all this way to rescue them. Am I right?"

"You're right," Maggie said.

"Then you understand why I had to protect you as well as myself and my daughter."

They looked at each other when Judith saw Charlotte and the two men with the metal poles heading into the room and Charlotte moved her head around in a jerking motion. She was making little growling noises and she snapped her teeth together.

"Oh, Darling! There is no need to be afraid. Everything iss alright," Remy said in French as he walked to her.

"I guess she heard the screaming and came to save her daddy," Lance whispered to Carol and Carol nodded. They watched Remy led Charlotte to Carol as Carol saw the white film over Charlotte's eyes

"Hello, Charlotte," Carol said. Memories of Sophia walking out of the barn at the Greene farm filled her head as Carol blinked the tears from her eyes and Charlotte tilted her head from side to side. Charlotte held out her hands and Carol took hold of her hands. Charlotte made a tiny smile then stiffened.

"Huh," Charlotte grumbled as Dog sniffed her left foot and she lightly growled.

"It's alright, Darling. He's friendly," Remy said in French and Judith moved Dog away from Charlotte.

"Again. I apologize. Some of the people who came here to harm us had dogs with them," he said in English and Carol lightly squeezed Charlotte's fingers to assure her everything was alright. Carol then noticed the angry look on Charlotte's face after Charlotte looked toward Mercer.

"I guess she doesn't like you," Remy said as he looked at Mercer.

"Yeah," Mercer said with a small nod.

Carol let go of Charlotte's hands after Charlotte started moving side-to-side again and Charlotte slowly moved her feet. They watched Charlotte dancing. She spun in circles, did a few little jumps and she was moving in jerky motions on her toes.

"Looks like she's dancing to the music in her head," Negan whispered to Maggie and Maggie nodded.

"Do you have any idea where our friends might have gone?" Carol asked Remy.

"Yes. I do. If they keep heading in the direction they were going? They will end up in Paris," Remy said while watching his daughter dancing.

"Have any idea how we can get there?" Lance asked as the butler who left earlier returned and Hornsby saw he had a map in his hands.

"I had one of my servants mark the way on one of the maps we had in the souvenir shop," Remy said after he took the map from the butler and he handed the map to Carol. "If you do find them? Tell them my daughter and I said hello."

"I will," Carol said with a nod.

"I also had him mark a few inns on the map. You might be able to get rooms there."

"Thank you."

Remy whispered something to Charlotte and she stopped dancing. Remy and Charlotte led them to the front door as they went outside and Negan, Maggie, Mercer, Mike, Dawsons, Hornsby, RJ, Hershel, Dog and Judith went down the stairs. Carol looked at Remy and Charlotte and Remy noticed the sadness in her eyes.

"Pardon me for asking. Did you lose a child?" he asked.

"I lost a few," Carol said with a sigh.

"Then you, most of all, understand why I need to protect her," he said as he looked at Charlotte. "But I can't live forever."

"What will happen to her after….?"

"After I'm gone? I told them to kill her and bury us with her mother's ashes in the mausoleum in the main garden."

Carol felt a small pain in her chest as he gave her a grin then he looked at Mercer.

"Take my word of advice. If you want people to treat you kindly, have him lay down on the bottom of the cart or send him back to wherever you came from," he said as he pointed to Mercer.

Nodding, Carol went down the stairs and Negan helped her get in the cart. She waved at Remy and Charlotte and Remy made a low bow and Charlotte tried to do a curtsey, but could only lightly bounced on her toes.

Mike took hold of the reins as he hitched the horse forward and the cart headed down the paved drive. Carol watched the palace growing smaller in the distance when she looked at Mercer and Mercer arched an eyebrow.

"Why was he looking at me?" Mercer asked.

"He was just telling me we'd be treated better if you kept a low profile," Carol said. He grunted as Carol looked at the scenery, thought about Daryl and Caroline and hoped they would find them when they get to Paris.

Barcelona, Spain

Daryl, Caroline, Murphy, Connor and Katherine followed Claudia as she led them down the hallway and she stopped in front of the sliding doors. She pushed the buttons on the keypad near the sliding doors and the light on the top of the keypad turned green. The sliding doors slid open as they walked in the room and Daryl and Caroline heard a soft hissing and gurgling in the darkness. Claudia moved her right hand along the wall as she flipped up the switch and the lights clicked on. Two cells with shatter proof glass were at the back of the room and two Walkers paced back and forth.

In the first cell was a tall man with light brown hair and he was wearing a red and black, bloodstained shirt, jeans, work boots and the right side of his neck and face bore long scratches. His right eye was missing as well as most of the right side of his nose and mouth.

In the second cell was a tall woman with blonde hair and she was wearing a white, bloodstained shirt, jeans, leather boots and a bite mark showed through the hole in the right shoulder of her shirt.

Claudia felt their eyes on her as she looked at the anger on their faces and Daryl crossed his arms over his chest.

"Is that Chandler and Peter's father and Mark and Nikki's mother?" Daryl asked while pointing at the cells.

"Yes," Claudia said with a sigh and the Walkers growled at her.