Sometimes she sits at the window of whatever house or barn or storefront they've managed to hole up in for the night, hidden from undead eyes by 2 by 4's or dirty curtains, and thinks about college, her friends, pub fries and a Scofflaw at Rocky Mountain Pizza, kicking ass at trivia, their greatest fear a defective condom and a decision to be made. She misses those days, that girl. But then Glenn grunts in his sleep and his fingers find hers even as he snores, and she doesn't want to be anywhere else.