“We’re here,” Carol informed him, pointing ahead to their destination.

Daryl stopped momentarily, glancing up at the building, trying to process everything at once. A restaurant, a small restaurant called ‘Fancy Dan’, sat in front of them. He had never been there, but apparently his mother and aunt would often take their meals there.

“Uh…” He trailed off as he tried to search for the right words to say next. He didn’t know what to say; he didn’t know what to do. He had already decided what to do when he arrived at Lori’s apartment and made up his mind to tell her everything about Carol, about the baby, about what had happened in his apartment that morning. Yet now that they’re here, and standing in front of the restaurant that he would soon begin living in, Daryl didn’t know what to say. All he knew was that he wanted to say something, anything; that he wished he hadn’t left.

Carol cleared her throat to snap him out of his thoughts, causing him to turn his head to her and stare in her