After "A Way"
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Every Night, I Dream of Paradise
Carl remembered that night whenever he closed his eyes. Though the transition to life without his parents was still quite hard for him, he had finally found a way to deal with his grief.
Walking alone in the early evening to the meeting spot—his mother’s katana sheathed on his back—Carl thought about all that had happened since then. He’d not been back to their house since he, Daryl, Glen and Morgan had carried Rick out and funeralized him just as they had his wife. He was perfectly happy never to return there. He had no reason.