So now that they're all caught up, Andrea asks Merle what he wants, and Merle says to Michonne, "There she sits, four walls around her, roof over her head, medicine in her veins, she wants to know what I want from her." Basically, he wants a thank you. Michonne says he had a gun on them, and Merle chuckles, "Well, who ain't had a gun on them in the past year? I'd think I'd piss my pants if some stranger came walking up with his mitts in his pockets." Or waving a white flag, as the case may be. Andrea interrupts his rant with a thank you, and he takes it and crosses the room. The leader of the rescue party enters from a door near him and murmurs in Merle's ear for a moment, then asks the ladies how they're feeling. They're not open to his friendly attitude, though, wanting their weapons back and wondering why they're under guard. The tall man says he doesn't know them and needs to protect his people, and Andrea asks what the hell the deal was with stabbing dead men in the head. Right, Andrea doesn't have that memo, and neither does Michonne, apparently. "However we die, we all turn," the man tells them. "I put them out of their misery." As for Andrea and Michonne, he says they're guests, not prisoners, but if they want to leave they'll need to wait until morning, since they don't open the gate after dusk. He suggests Andrea get a good night sleep, anyway, still looking like death warmed over the way she still does, and then invites them over to his place the next day on their way out to pick up extra ammo, supplies, and even a car if they want. He seems so nice for somebody who gives you the screaming heebie-jeebies.
They follow him out of the room as he steps out the front door of the building overlooking a town square so pristine it could be the cover of a Chamber of Commerce brochure. "Welcome to Woodbury," he says, causing me to wonder how they got all the way up north to an eastern suburb of St. Paul, Minnesota. Andrea looks out on a Norman Rockwell landscape lit with torches and braziers instead of street lights, and they follow the leader and Merle to the gate at the next corner, which is constructed of a flatbed trucks that serve as both guard tower and fence, wedged in between the buildings on each side of the street to form a solid wall, save for a heavy gate installed between the two trucks. Guards with assault rifles are posted on the truck bed, looking out into the night, and Merle joins them.
Seeing this equipment and level of organization, Andrea asks, "Are you military?" He says most of them are self-trained, and the weapons she sees were mostly scavenged over time. And all the streets are guarded this way. "Got us a creeper, Governor," Merle calls down to the tall man. Andrea is a little surprised that people call their host that. "Some nicknames stick wither you want them to or not," the Governor says modestly, but Andrea knows the difference between a nickname and a title. Merle shoots down the incoming walkers with a silenced rifle -- three of them, to be exact -- and the Governor explains to Andrea that they'll get rid of them in the morning, before their odor "makes people uneasy." Andrea wonders who he's talking about in what looks like a ghost town, and without much further explanation, he leads them to where they're welcome to spend the night: a bedroom with food, clothes, and a hot shower. He's not giving them back their weapons just yet, though. Andrea asks about the helicopter pilot, but the Governor decides question time is over for now. He's got some Governing yet to do this evening, apparently. Andrea seems impressed with the setup, but Michonne scowls as she slams the door on the guard posted in the hallway outside.