It's late in the night. Everyone on the farm is restless. Herschel's been trying to get through to Rick, that Carl needs immediate surgery, that even with the increased risk of fatality without the repirator that Shane and Otis were supposed to be retrieving, that they should've been back with by now, it cannot wait any longer. Rick is groggy too, having given too many pints of blood to keep sane.

The familiar hum of a truck sounds from the distance. They're back, thank god. The blue vehicle comes to a halt at the front of the house, but.. the passenger seat is empty, and Shane hobbles out of the car with the necessary medical equipment, alone. What the hell happened out there?

Everyone shambles out, immediately noticing Otis' absence. His poor wife glances around with hope, eyes settling darkly on Shane, who shakes his head.

".. he didn't make it." Shane confirms, handing over the bag to Herschel. But they can't talk about it now, a young boy's life is at stake.