Shane's busy loading weapons into the RV, Daryl and T-Dog help pack food for a few weeks, and you sort out what clean clothes to take.

The two of you made a decision, one that's been a long time brewing. Shane and Rick don't like sharing the leader position, which've been the root of so many conflicts. Shane's been dropping hints to everyone that he's eager to get away from here, and the two of you have been talking about it since the CDC. Just the two of you, off into the sunset. You're each other's ride-or-dies.

"Be good, yeah? I'ma visit as much as I can, if y'all stay here at the farm. And radio in. As much as you want, li'l man." Shane smiles down at Carl, patting his shoulder. He's a good uncle.

".. y'all sure ya wanna do this?" Rick asks, hands on his hips, eyes squinted from the sunlight, glancing at the two of you busy packing.

"We're sure, man." Shane answers, giving Rick's hand a firm shake. It seems they're cool now.