How do you think it felt for Beth,changing out of her scrubs and putting on her old clothes in the hospital? Do you think she paused when she saw them? Maybe she ran her hand over the faded blood stains on the yellow shirt and remembered that slightly guilty way he’d looked at her as she’d stripped off the sweater she’d had on top before he’d covered it in blood. Or maybe she brought it to her face and breathed in deep and pretended she could still smell a hint of smoke and moonshine before she put it on. And when she tugged on those familiar boots did she remember the feeling of his hands sliding up over them to examine her ankle so gently as she was sprawled on the forest floor? Did her fingers tremble as she pulled on that chunky gray sweater? Did she touch it and remember his rough voice asking her to sing for him, and the weight of his gaze on her back as her fingers danced over the piano keys? Do you think that as she stood there fully dressed, maybe she remembered the last time she’d worn those clothes and the way he’d looked at her across the table in the flickering candlelight? Maybe for just a moment she closed her eyes and her fingers toyed with the sleeve of her cardigan as she recalled the look in his dark eyes, all that emotion she’d never expected to see from Daryl Dixon, of all people. Or maybe she remembered that soft <i>oh</i>, and wondered if she might finally get to find out what was going to come after that.