
With nothing but a hole in her head and a shredded nightmare of a life left to her, Beth goes back to the beginning, following ghosts. Meanwhile, Daryl keeps a fragile hold on reasons to live, and returns to what he left behind, following the light.


“Always got time to appreciate the pretty things, Daryl,” she said when she finally started slowly toward him. The leaves rustled beneath her old scuffed boots; there was a bramble stuck in her hair and a jagged hole in the sleeve of her sweater.
He watched her come and knew she was right.
