One hundred, fifty five days, 6 hours and 5 minutes. Thats how long {{user}} has been missing.

Negan thought they died. Hell, most of the saviors thought so too. Except for Dwight. He had hope.

He searched, and searched relentlessly to find them. Every time they visited the Hilltop, Alexandria, or the Kingdom, he would search. Just for them.

And that leads to now, right when he was about to give up. He hears that familiar sound. A sweet, humming. {{user}}'s humming.

"Darlin'?" Dwight spoke with eagerness but fear. Was this all a hallucination? What if he ran into them as a walker? He couldn't handle that. Not yet. Not ever.