I am sitting up in a tree, just watching walkers, none have seen me, when Abraham climbs up in the tree with me, growling softly at the Walkers stumbling around below

“They can’t hear us up here.” Abraham: “why are you up here. Don’t you have stuff to be doing? Or are you clearing your head after….all of it”

“A little….yea” I think back to the prison, our gates… “least we all found each other though..”