Mr.Baby blue eyes; C.G

AND

Faye

I groaned as I got out of bed, my dream fresh in my mind. I looked in the mirror on the dresser that was in the room Maggie'd given to me. I looked like a mess. I found fresh clothes on my dresser along with a note from Maggie.

Left these for you, there is a hairbrush you can use in

the bathroom down the hall. Me and Glenn went somewhere

with Rick and a few others, be back soon. -Love you

After my shower, and washing my hair about a bazillion times, I finished getting ready and headed downstairs to try and get used to this new environment. It was so weird to think that not even 24 hours ago I was alone. I needed to talk to someone about my dream, but I didn't know if he'd believe me. There was no way it was a memory, it had to of been just a dream. Something Daryl said must have gotten into my head.

I headed out of the house, but not before taking a mental note of the 207 on the door. I was not getting lost like I did last night. I retraced my steps and found myself at Carl's doorstep. I knocked, and pretty soon a very tired looking Carl answered. "I'm so sorry! Did I wake you?" I asked, trying to hide my embarrassment. "No, I was just making cereal. Come in." I nodded and walked inside. His house was huge, so I made sure to follow him closely so that I didn't get lost. I sat on a bar stool as Carl made his bowl of Fruit Loops. "Want some?" He held up the box. "Sure." I shrugged and he made me a bowl.

"So, what brings you to my house at 9 in the morning?" Carl sat across from me and began eating, and I followed suit. "Well, I had this dream." I looked at my feet, deciding if I really wanted to tell him bout this. Carl coughed and started choking from laughing. "Why are you laughing?" My head shot up and Carl gasped. "Did you have an inappropriate dream?!" He laughed even harder. "What! No!" I punched his arm, but he continued to laugh. "Carl, this is serious!" I said, angry that he'd even think that way. After what felt like ten years, he stopped laughing. "Okay, sorry." He said catching his breath. "It was about me, well, I think." Carl nodded as he kept eating. "There was this little girl, who had dark brown hair and blue eyes and she basically looked like me, right?" Carl nodded, now listening more intensely. "I saw her get into this stuff, it was like, A powder? And she ate some of it. And then, I saw the cops coming and they took her away, and she was crying and screaming for her dad. I know this is gonna sound crazy but it looked like a younger version of Daryl, just without the long hair, or rough attitude. He was crying and trying to fight with a cop to get through to her. The cop, he looked like your dad.." I shook my head. "I felt like I was there like it wasn't just some stupid dream. Sorry, I probably sound like an idiot." I pushed the cereal away from me and put my head down. Carl got up and turned me around so I was forced to look at him. "It's not crazy, Faye. Daryl told me the same story a while ago. In the beginning. He lost his daughter while she was about three." I sighed, "I know, He told me yesterday. So maybe my dream was just based on what he told me." Carl shook his head. "There's no way, You knew my dad was there." Carl leaned over and grabbed my bowl and then walked over to the sink.

"It just seems far fetched. Maggie wouldn't lie to me, she's my sister." Carl stayed silent and the only sound that could be heard was the water running in the sink. I looked at my hands and sighed. "That would be crazy. There's no way that was a memory. It was just some stupid dream. I let what Daryl said to me get into my head." Carl turned around, leaning against the sink. "Why did you let it get to your head then? I mean, if you didn't think it was possible? That would explain why he explained it to you, maybe he was trying to see if it would trigger some type of memory. I'm just saying, Faye. It makes sense." I shook my head. "It doesn't. What are the odds that my father who's not really my father is right here when all of my life I've been raised by strangers? And even if he is someone related to me? Fuck him. He wasn't there. He didn't want me."