Time passes so much slower in the new world, Daryl thinks. It feels like it's been a decade, two, a damn ice age, but he looks at Judith and knows it's just that they've been mentally reborn. Something about days being longer for babies because their brains haven't adjusted yet; they're all new to this. Every moment is a lifetime.

Daryl touches Paul's shoulder to get his attention silently, and points at the road, drawing a pattern in the air with his index finger to indicate they double-back at a specific landmark ahead, then come back in at a different road. It'll waste some gas, but if anyone tries to track them, this is the safer bet.