**John Teller - MEC - Victoria**

Once hearing a voice next to him, John pulled his hands off his face and onto his lap. He titled his head to the side to see the speaker - Victoria. Though in fact, he didn't need to see who it was, he already knew from the voice. It was like a sweet melody her natural speaking voice, made John smile every time he heard from her. He'd always wanted her to sing because he believed she had it in her, but she would never do it. But anyhow, with a faint smile on his face, John said good morning right back at her. 

She then came down and sat next to him. Then she started her request, which didn't sound acceptable to John. The thought of her going out there again at her emotional state was dangerous. And with emotional distress, there had to be some physical toll as well. But John didn't say anything and let her continue. She went on saying she'd already gone out the other night and how she feared heading out too far to get something worth bringing back. But what made John's eyes squint was her decision to take Buck with her. The giant was obviously not trust worthy, he'd done nothing to prove himself, so John didn't think it a good idea at all. 

"I don't want you near that guy Tori. He's nothing but bad news" John started, no longer tilting his head, but facing her. He had this look in his eyes of determination - wanting her to understand his decision. Thing was, he didn't want to restrain her from doing what she wanted. In this world it was the little things that were to be appreciated. "Look.." he started, taking one of her hands. "...I'm not here to tell you what to do. I know you see me as this leader Tori, but I'm just a guy trying to do right. I.....I don't think it's a good idea to be out there with this stranger. I think he's dangerous and hard headed. He doesn't listen nor tries to. I know were running short on supplies and now that they're here, we'll have to cut our portions, but........" he paused, looking into her eyes that had the same determination as his. He knew she wanted to help as much as she could, but he was still unsure if she was ready. 

"I took the bodies to the morgue. I put her in the seventeenth casket" he said, changing the subject a little to see her reaction to it all. He understood that it was wrong to bring up Mrs. Oswald's death, but he needed to make sure she was okay. "Here" he said, handing her a key to the morgue - something he'd always kept from her. He didn't want her in there because of the smell and the sight of all the death. John had already filled sixteen of the lockers with walkers, the seventeenth with a friend. "You can visit her if you want." 

"Now I want to make sure to get these glass doors covered with something, I don't want walkers to be able to see us anymore. Not sure why I didn't think of that before, but it is what it is now. I'm going to ask Buck to help and see what he's like before I make a decision. But even after I do, it's up to you to listen to me or not. I trust you to make the right decision Tori with all my heart. But I don't want you in danger, you have to understand" he smiled before standing up and helping her up too. "Okay, now let's go greet our guest with a Methodist Hospital morning!" he joked. 

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**Robert Oswald - MEC - Farren and Buck**

All the knocking from the next two rooms woke Mr. Oswald up. His old body was all curled up under the sheets and rather cold. He had a very bad headache as his eyes opened slightly, seeing the light come through the drapes. "Morning already" he whispered to himself, feeling the emptiness of the bed. He turned to see the bed's dent where his wife used to sleep. He missed her so very much, basically getting to cry at the thought of her. She was all he had in the world. His two children had moved out of state after high school and joining good colleges to make careers out of their education, so they were alone. Robert remembered how much he hated going to church with his wife, but loving the memory. As much as he didn't believe himself a religious man, his wife had made him one. By this time the old man was out of bed and had put his large robe over his tank top and pajama pants. He reached down for his slippers, put them on and started making his way to the front door, a little crouched because his back was not what it used to be. 

After opening the door, he peaked outward to see strangers. "Excuse me?" he asked silently from his old and rugged voice. "If they haven't answered, then they're probably not there young lady" he said with a smile, followed by a forced cough. Apparently he'd become a little sick overnight. Robert came out of his dorm and walked towards them, not even bothering to note them hostile. "I'm Robert Oswald, it's very nice to meet you" he introduced, sticking out his hand to shake Farren's, then Buck's. "I am going to safely assume John let you guys in?" he asked. He could see his wife in Farren, it was heart warming. She looked like a very young version of her.