Out in a field somewhere, there's a complicated artifact that's been erected. I can't tell if it's a wind-powered generator with solar-panel boosters, or a solar-powered noise maker, or an art installation. Either way, there are these tall, finned cylinders that spin in such a way as to generate a creepy howl not unlike that traffic-blocking sound above that grate in the very center of Times Square. There's also a pit, and when Merle and Milton and a couple of other guys that I assume round out the "research team" show up with a tow truck, they haul a net full of several walkers out of it. Now the tricky part is to let them out of the net and wrangle them with neck-snares like the kind Hershel made Rick use. Milton fucks up, though, and the first one out clamps its teeth on his arm. Luckily for him, he's reinforced the sleeves of his jacket with duct tape. "I tell you what, I take back everything I said about that jacket," Merle says boisterously, clearly having the time of his life. She's pulled away, and Merle sticks his bayonet attachment in her eye, which Milton doesn't appreciate. He kind of wanted to save that one. As for another one, they hold it down with Merle's bayonet crammed across its open mouth so they can start pulling its teeth with a pair of pliers. As you do.
Daryl and Maggie pull up outside a small playground, hop off, and walk up to a house that was converted into a commercial day care center at some point. [Note: Daryl, God bless him, is in a fabulous poncho! Unfortunately, the also took his stupid bike instead of a car that could carry actual cargo, so he's not entirely forgiven for his stupidity. -- Rachel.] Maggie breaks a back window and enters what used to be a nursery. She starts loading up baby supplies from the changing cabinet while Daryl follows her in and looks at all the paper hand cutouts on the wall. [Note: He zeros in on one that reads "Sophie" -- sound familiar?] On to the kitchen, which is not empty, and instead has some kind of evil creature making a lot of noise. But the snarling, scratching thing in the pantry turns out to just be a possum, which Daryl shoots and says, "Hello, dinner!" [Note: It should also be stated Daryl is holding a little doll for the baby. Squee!] Maggie opens the cabinet and finds two whole cans of formula powder, which will easily get the baby through until she can eat solid food, as long as she cuts her first teeth in a week.