As the day gradually began to pass and the first traces of pink began to stain the sky, Parker began to worry. Normally, Glenn never took this long to return, and since he had taken so many people, all kinds of scenarios ran through her head. The worst was the one she had to tell herself not to think about, which was that they were all dead and wouldn't come back. However, she refused to think that. 

She hung up the clothes to dry with Lori while Shane tried to show Carl how to tie different knots with a piece of rope. Parker had never gotten used to the wooden clothespins Dale had in his RV, so she would simply hold the clothes on the line for Lori to secure with the clothespins.

"Hello, base camp." Came a voice over the radio. "Can anybody out there hear me? Base camp, this is T-Dog. Can anybody hear me?" Everyone ran over to the radio.

"Hello? Hello?" Dale asked, after climbing down the ladder to the roof of the RV to get to the radio. "The reception is bad on this end. Repeat. Repeat."

"Shane, is that you?" T-Dog said back.

"Is that them?" Lori asked, hands on her hips. Carl right by her side. There was a series of glitchy, static words, and then she heard the word 'trapped.'

"He said they're trapped."

"There are geeks everywhere." T-Dog continued. "We're surrounded."

"T-Dog, repeat that last," Dale spoke into the CB. "Repeat." Parker looked at Shane.

"Let me go." She could help, Glenn had taught her the layout of the city.

"No, absolutely not." Shane quickly shot her idea down. "No."

"He said the department store," Lori stated, looking around the rest of the group to see if anyone else had caught that.

"I heard it too." Dale agreed.

"Shane!" Parker protested. "I know the way!"

"No way." Shane refused. "We do not go after them. We do not risk the rest of the group, y'all know that."

"So we're just gonna leave her there?" Amy asked, concerned for her sister who had volunteered to go on the run.

"Amy, I know that this is not easy," Shane answered calmly, using an oddly soft tone.

"She volunteered to go. To help the rest of us." Amy said shakily.

"I know, and she knew the risks, right?" Shane told her, just making it clear that everyone knew no one was forced to go. "See, if she's trapped, she's gone. So we just have to deal with that."

"No." Parker shook her head not listening to what Shane had to say. "We do not abandon the living."

"There's nothing we can do." Shane looked between both Amy and Parker.

"She's my sister, you son of a bitch." Amy spat before running off. When Amy left, Lori followed her to try and comfort her in some way. Parker turned to Shane.

"Are you serious? I know that city almost as well as Glenn. I could go in, lead the walkers away, give them a chance to-"

"I said no!" Shane snapped at her causing her to flinch. "Why don't you ever listen?"

"Because I don't agree with what you say!" Parker yelled right back at him. "We can't just leave them there."

"So you're saying you'd take a chance on someone like Merle Dixon?" Shane asked her.

"Andrea is there. T-Dog, Morales." Parker listed off to him, counting on her fingers as she continued to say names. "Glenn is there. I won't abandon them."

"That's exactly what you're going to do," Shane told her. "Because you're not going anywhere." He had a warning tone in his voice. Parker looked ready to argue again but instead, she turned on her heels and walked away, clenching her fists at her sides. Shane watched her go, shaking his head slightly. 

Parker was never one to follow orders, and Shane originally attributed her behavior to the pain of losing her brother. But still, she was always opposing him, and he hated it. She wasn't as tough as she seemed, but what she lacked in courage she made up for with her attitude. Countless times she arrived in Atlanta and camped, Parker had gone against Shane's orders. She started going into the city with Glenn even though Shane had told her not to, and although nothing had happened to her yet, Shane knew it was only a matter of time. 

Worst of all, Parker was the one responsible for bringing Merle Dixon to camp in the first place, and it was obvious to everyone that Shane didn't like the Dixon brothers, regardless of whether they were the ones bringing the meat they ate day in and day out. Shane had always admired Parker because she wasn't afraid to do the right thing, and if he weren't with Lori, the woman he had fallen in love with, Parker would have been a good companion.  However, Parker had made it explicitly clear that she wasn't looking for any of that, at least with Shane, and he respected that. Once Parker calmed down, she joined Lori and Carl. Carl was going to have his hair cut. Sitting across from him, Parker smiled at her nephew. 

"You'll look like a new man after this."

"Why don't you cut your hair, Aunt Parker?" Carl asked her. Parker looked at her hair, braided over one shoulder.

"Because it's easier for me to have it like that." She lifted the braid, letting it fall back onto her shoulder.

"It's not fair." Carl sighed dramatically. "I'm bored."

"Honey, the more you move, the longer it takes. So don't." Lori said.

"I'm trying," Carl complained.

"Well try harder."

"Listen to your mom," Parker told her nephew. "Or the scissors might slip and then you won't have an ear."

"Parker, don't joke about that," Lori whispered harshly. "Don't worry, I won't cut off your ear."

"Hopefully," Parker added, trying to hold in her laughter.

"Parker..."

"Okay, I'm sorry," Parker said while laughing. "Hey, Carl, do you wanna see this magic trick?"

"Yeah," Carl answered. Parker leaned over to her nephew. 

"I think there's something behind your ear... wow!" She pulled a small bar of chocolate out of the sleeve of her shirt and handed it to Carl. His eyes widened and he reached for the chocolate bar. 

"Where did you find this?"

"When I went to town with Glenn," Parker answered. "I was saving it, but I thought I'd let my favorite nephew have it. But don't tell anyone, I only found one." She raised her finger to her lips shushing him.

"It could be our secret," Carl said, unwrapping the chocolate bar and breaking it in half. He handed it to his aunt. "Here."

"Thanks," Parker said, taking the chocolate bar. "Hey, Lori, do you want half of my half?"

"No," Lori replied, shaking her head. "I'm sure you'll find more."

"Yeah, maybe," Parker said with a slight shrug. Carl grimaced when his mother pulled his hair.

"Ouch, Mom!"

"If you think this is bad... wait until you start shaving," Shane was sitting across from them messing around with one of the guns. "That stings. When that day comes, you'll be wishing for one of your mama's haircuts."

"I'll believe that when I see it," Carl responded, with his mouth full of chocolate, Shane chuckled at Carl's response.

"I'll tell you what. You get through this with some manly dignity, and tomorrow I'll teach you something special." Shane bribed him, Carl leaned forward slightly. "I'll teach you to catch frogs."

"I caught a frog," Carl said.

"I said frogs, plural," Shane corrected. "And it's an art, my friend. It's not to be taken lightly. There are ways and means. Few people know about it. I'm willing to share my secrets." Carl looked at Lori, who shook her head.

"Oh, I'm a girl. Talk to him."

"It's a one-time offer, bud" Shane said. "Not to be repeated."

"Why do we need frogs, plural?" Carl asked, making sure to annunciate the word 'plural.'

"Have you ever eaten frog legs?" Shane asked.

"Ew!" Carl dragged out

"No, yum." Shane corrected.

"No, he's right. Ew." Lori murmured.

"When we get to the last can of beans, you're gonna be loving those frog legs, lady." Shane laughed at how disgusted the two looked, Parker was still deciding if it sounded gross or not.

"I heard it tastes like chicken," Parker finally said. "I miss chicken."

"I can see it now," Shane said, before giving an impression of Lori's voice. "Shane, do you think I could have a second helping please, please? Please, just... one?"

"Yeah, I doubt that," Lori looked at him with a smile.

"Don't listen to her, man." Shane turned his attention back to Carl. "You and me? We're going to be heroes. We're going to feed these people Cajun-style Kermit legs."

"I'd rather eat Miss Piggy," Lori replied, Parker and Shane looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. "Yes, that came out wrong."

"Definitely came out wrong," Parker murmured.

"Heroes, son, spoken of in song and legend. You and me. Shane and Carl." Parker rolled her eyes.