He reached into his breast pocket sighed, feeling the old picture between his fingers. He didn't have to pull it out; just the feel of its time worn edges was enough to send warmth through his body on that chilly autumn morning. He closed his eyes and remembered the day it was taken. So many years ago, back when it was summer, when everything was right, when it was just him and Claire against the world.

Then he opened his eyes and shivered. That was a happy time, before his world collapsed around him, before Hershel.