"You're probably right about that," Andrea agrees, though she doesn't know quite what to expect either. That in itself isn't so bad -- she's good at dealing with the unexpected -- but she hates the idea of any children being caught in the crossfire, much like Clementine was that night.

"So what about you?" she asks, looking over at Mike again. "What are you doing, in general, besides punching trees?" There are certain people in this city who are going to adapt well to the changes, she thinks. She's just not sure she's one of them. She's not sure Mike is either.