It had been about a week since she watched the attack on what was once her home from the shelter of the treeline. She wasn't sure who survived, and who was lost. She couldn't stick around and see what happened. She couldn't suffer the loss of her family once again, in any sense of the word.

Daryl had taught her how to track, and she was almost as skilled as he was. For almost a whole day, she followed two sets of shoe prints that she was certain belonged to Rick and Carl. After a little while, they were joined by Michonne's. A few days later, she found one of his bolts, stuck in the head of a walker. Eventually, all of the tracks led her to a place called Terminus. She wasn't sure why, but something about this place felt wrong.

Under the cover of darkness, Carol had moved through the area with the skill of a ninja, a silent grace learned from Michonne. With her back flush with the wall, she peeked around the corner to scan the area ahead. Seeing nothing to worry about, she kept herself tucked close to the walls to make her way across the courtyard.

While using a full clothesline for cover she found her sign that she was in the right place. She ran her fingers through the frayed ends as the tears threatened to fall. He was here and she had to find him. With a quick tug, the poncho was off of the line and she slipped it over her head. Her nose crinkled up at the flowery smell that invaded her space rather than the smoky, woodsy smell she expected and loved. She shook her head and pressed on, determined to find her family. Determined to find him.

Silently, she entered the apartments, first making sure the rooms were empty, then looking for anything that looked useful. She found a pistol with a silencer which she tucked in her waistband, and put as much ammo as she could in her pockets. With her knife firmly held in hand, she kept moving.

As she searched through the rooms, she found a number of signs that her family was there. Carol made a mental note to thank Daryl for the lessons he had given her. She was more aware of her surroundings now, thanks to him.

Hershel's pocket watch was sitting on a dresser in the third apartment she scoured. She opened a pocket on the inside of her jacket, vowing to get the watch to Glenn. The sadness returned as she remembered when he gave it to Glenn and how moved the younger man had been.

"He said I was good enough for his little girl. He said that, and he gave me this," Glenn said, pulling the watch out of his pocket. He was beaming, so pleased that Hershel thought so highly of him to give him this token of his trust. The older man trusted him with not only his life, but the lives of his daughters.

"You don't give yourself enough credit. Any girl would be lucky to have you, sweetheart," she said, realizing she sounded like her mother. She rose to her feet, exiting the young man's cell.

She walked outside to sit on a bench to watch the sunset. A few tears fell as she remembered days gone by with her mother. She really did turn into her, and she was okay with that. Glenn didn't have a mother anymore, that he knew of, and she didn't have a daughter with her either. Why not give each other what was missing?

"Mind if I sit?" Hershel asked.

"Of course not," she replied, sliding over to give the man more room. "You made his day, you know."

"I had my doubts at first, but I've seen the dedication he shows this family. He's come a long way from the kid that showed up at my farm. He's a good man. I'd be mighty proud to call him my son."

As she was exiting the apartment building, Carol hesitated for a minute. Something didn't feel right. She took a look behind her and saw a large orange bundle poking out from under the stairs. After a closer look, she realized it was the large backpack that had come back from a run with Carl. She smiled at the memory of the boy pulling the bag out of the SUV. It was almost as big as he was. When she lifted the bag, the items underneath it made her sick to her stomach. They were in more trouble than she realized if he was without his crossbow and Michonne didn't have her katana.

Upon exiting the apartments, she saw some train cars to her right. There was a pile of discarded food wrappers near the stairs. The people here were either holding animals or other people prisoner here. Maybe it was her people. She had to get inside and find out for herself.

Looking around and seeing no sign of people, she darted to the side of the car, listening to who or what may have been inside. Someone was sobbing. Maggie? Muffled words of consolation hit her ears. The voice sounded like Glenn. She refused to let herself get too excited. They couldn't all be here in the same place, could they? She had to get them out so they could find the others. She quietly placed the belonging she gathered at the steps of the rail car and stepped back, carefully aiming the pistol she found in the empty apartment.

Her family sprung forward from the now open door the moment Carol shot the lock off of the rail car they were being held in, touching her arm or giving her a quick hug on their way out. Carl hugged her so tight she couldn't breathe. The newcomers, unsure of who she was, just nodded their appreciations. She waited, but no one else emerged. She was happy to see those she considered her family alive, but the face she was looking for wasn't among them. She had lost him too.