"Jeez," she says and then laughs again. "It's not like we're dating or anything, that's... that's sort of the whole thing. I just..." She trails off for a second and shrugs, her smile suddenly gone. Communicating this is so hard and she doesn't even know how to put the level of guilt she feels into words that might actually make some kind of sense.

"Because there's still Daryl," she says. "And I feel like... like I'm doin' somethin' wrong maybe. Or like I owe him some kind of explanation, because he's got feelings for me, I can tell, but I can't just do it all over again, I can't start over when I've already got all these memories. I dunno if I'm supposed to say that or if it's none of his business. Can I just do whatever the hell I want or should I be talkin' to him about all of it?"

She shakes her head then and says, "I'm sorry. I don't expect you to have answers, it's just... all these questions keep poundin' at my head, y'know?"