|"This shit is getting serious, son!"|
|"Hello? I am your mind...."|
Back in the prison walls, Oscar and Daryl are investigating the hallways when they hear a door rattle. Daryl said it was a couple walkers but they aren’t leaving so they’ll take care of them on the way back. He whistles at Carl to stay behind and begins to tell Carl about his mother’s tragic fate; “My mom, she liked to…smoke in bed. Virginia Slims. I was playing out with the kids in the neighborhood….they had bikes, I didn’t. We heard sirens getting louder and they jumped on their bikes and ran after it, hoping to see something worth seeing. I ran after them but I couldn’t keep up. I ran around the corner and saw my friends looking at me. I saw everyone look at me,” he explained; “Fire trucks everywhere, people from the neighborhood…my house is what they were there for. My mom was in bed and burnt down to nothing. That was the hard part. She’s just gone, erased. Nothing left of her. People said it was better that way. I don’t know, just made it seem like it wasn’t real.” Carl tells him that he was the one that shot his mom and ended it. “It was real.” They both exchange condolences on their mothers’ passing.
|Drawing guns at an unexpected Merle|
|A tired Michonne continues looking on|
|"The Good Son"|