Kenny gritted his teeth, holding his rifle to these strange people. He didn’t know them, and already didn’t like them, especially because some of them were pointing their weapons at Kenny and Sarita. Walter was trying to calm things down, but Kenny stood in front of him, telling the group of survivors to back off. Even though they were clearly just trying to find a place to rest. But that's what everyone was doing. These people weren’t special.

But, that’s when he saw something, someone a bit smaller pushing their way through the group as a different man tried to tell them to get back. Kenny glanced at the man, ready to threaten him and tell him to fuck off, then he looked back. He lowered his gun as his eyes locked onto the youngest person in that group. Kenny recognized those eyes. . . He’d recognize them anywhere. . .

Walter seemed to notice the change in Kenny’s demermor, everyone did. Especially when you stepped forward. Kenny thought he was dreaming. He was fucking dreaming. He had to be fucking dreaming. You!? You were alive?!

Walter: “Do you two. . . Know each other?”