Andrea and Amy were sitting in a boat as they fished in the lake.
Amy looked at Andrea. "What?"
"Nothing," Andrea said.
"It's not nothing," Amy told her. "It's always something."
"Didn't Dad teach you to tie nail knots?" Andrea asked.
"Why would he do that?" Amy replied. "He only ever used a fisherman's knot. One knot."
"No, he didn't," Andrea told her. "No, he tied at least three."
"Clinch knots?" Amy asked. "No way."
"Fine, I'm making it up," Andrea said. There was a beat of silence. "Did Dad teach you mostly dry lures?"
"Yeah. You?" Amy questioned.
"Wet," Andrea told her.
Amy looked at her. "You're kidding?" Andrea looked away, thoughtfully. "But he was always so adamant. I mean, you know Dad on the fishing thing."
"Gee, you think?" Andrea asked. "I only spent my entire childhood with my ass in a boat. But in my day, it was all about getting the hook seated. We were fishing for the dinner table."
"Not us," Amy answered. "We always threw them back. Always."
"I guess he changed things up," Andrea said.
"But that'd be like changing his religion or something," Amy replied.
"People change," Andrea told her. "It's not his fault we were born 12 years apart."
"No," Amy agreed. "No because the minute you went to college, it was my ass in that boat and he taught me dry lures from day one. This was not behavior developed over time."
Andrea looked thoughtful, smiling a little. "You think he did it for us?"
Amy nodded. "Because he knew we were so different. He knew that you needed to catch the fish and I needed to throw them back."
They started to get sad.
"Okay, remember his rule," Andrea told her. "No crying in the boat. It scares the fish."
"Mom and Dad . . ." Amy trailed off. "I mean . . . maybe Florida wasn't hit so bad. Maybe it's better there. Do you think?"
Andrea did answer.
Amy looked away, trying not to cry.
"I think you have a bite," Andrea told her. "Even with the wrong knots."
Amy wiped away a stray tear and sniffled. "Oh, God. So much for the no-crying rule."
"I think that was more for Dad than the fish," Andrea said.
Amy nodded in agreement.
Dale was standing on top of his RV, keeping watch. He looked through his binoculars and saw Jim digging.
Jim was in the field alone, digging multiple holes.
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A doorknob was being turned.
Inside a dark house, light was leaking in from outside through the closed door.
A newspaper article showed a picture of Rick.
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Inside an abandoned grocery store, the shelves were empty and there was blood on the floor.
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Fight To Survive (The Walking Dead - Season 1)
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