"It was him and me for a while. After we got separated from our group." Explaining that they'd lived in a prison, and then it was attacked, and then--it'll take too long, and it's one more thing that makes a hell of a lot more sense when you know about walkers. The fact that there's no better way to explain it than a group is probably confusing enough as it is. "I can show you the traps we have, if you want. He can show you how to make them when he's not hacking up a lung."

Beth falls quiet for a moment, trying to envision Daryl in with the Cetagandans. They still don't seem quite real from this distance, despite everything--more like science fiction characters. They probably have a bunch of white curved walls. Maybe it's like living inside an iPod. And then there's Daryl, dirty fingers and greasy hair. Tentatively, she asks, "How miserable?"