Beth thinks of her own apartment, the one that had felt so full not all that long ago, with a Christmas tree and a family dinner, Rick and Michonne and Daryl, Carl and Judith, all of them crowded around a table eating a meal she'd put together. The meal hadn't been very good, but it had been a home, a family, and now it's just the three of them. Everyone else is gone.

Their apartment is filled with things, but it's not the same. She'd give up all of it, her guitar, the piano, their furniture, all of it if it meant having the others back.

"That's all I need," she agrees with a smile, hefting her guitar case. "I'm all ready, I like to travel light."