Milton has mustered all able-bodied Woodburyans on a yard somewhere in the town. He introduces the Governor to a little old lady with arthritis, who the Governor politely dismisses, but only after examining her hands for himself. He moves on to Noah, the aforementioned teenager, and from behind him, Andrea blares that Noah has asthma. Noah tells the Governor that he had a BB gun once, but his mom took it, probably worried that he'd shoot his eye out. "Well, you're going to learn from the best," the Governor says bracingly. It's probably just as well that Noah didn't mention anything to the Governor about eyes getting shot out.
Carol goes and finds Daryl in his cell to say she's glad he's back home. He isn't, so much, saying it's a tomb. Carol remembers T-Dog calling it that, and she thought he was right until Daryl found her. "He's your brother, but he's not good for you. Don't let him bring you down. After all, look how far you've come." Awkward laugh, which I guess is Daryl's way of showing his appreciation for her pointing what a dick he used to be.
Milton finds Andrea inspecting the wall and assures her that nobody is getting in or out. She confirms that he didn't know anything about the attack on the prison before it happened, and tells him to cover for her while she goes there. He's not about to let her put him in the position of having to lie to the Governor. She pleads her case, saying she's trying to stop more people getting killed. Because she's always been so great at that, when she wasn't shooting them in the head or leaving them alone to commit suicide.
At home alone in front of a mirror, The Governor rips the bandage off his eye and holds a match up to the ruined, pus-filled socket for closer inspection. Yeah, I don't think there's enough Visine in the world, Phil. Hearing a knock at the door, he quickly pops on a jaunty eye patch he had handy in time to receive Milton. "You asked me to keep tabs on her," Milton reminds him, and says that Andrea has asked for his help in secretly escaping to the prison. The Governor says to give it. "Okay, do you really want me to do that or is this some sort of test?" Milton asks. The Governor chuckles darkly and repeats the instructions. "Good work," he adds.
A bald walker with most of its chin-flesh gone stumbles through the woods, oblivious to Andrea and Milton stalking it from behind the trees. Wearing his duct-tape-sleeved jacket that's saved him before, Milton tries to nab the walker with the snare in his hands, but loses his nerve so that Andrea has to jump out and tackle it. Milton holds it down while Andrea uses a hatchet to relieve it of its hands below the elbow. That accomplished, she forces head chin-down on a rock so she can smash its jaw by curbstomping it. She pauses to dispatch another approaching zombie, then snares her new pet just as a matronly revenant comes out of the woods while she's got her hands full and Milton is busy being... Milton.