Negan's gaze became thoughtful as he turned to look out the window, something had clearly changed. He seemed almost.. worried, as if that night, the night that started like any other, was different. It was cold, winter had arrived and snow was blowing and covering the city. Negan closed his eyes and laid his forehead against the window. The sanctuary wasn't well protected against the weather and every day that passed put him under time pressure if he wanted to keep his people alive.