Glenn is leading his group -- Tara, Abraham, Eugene, and Rosita -- uncertainly to Terminus, until he gets one of Maggie's blood-mails confirming he's going in the right direction, whereupon he hits the gas big time. When they reach a tunnel that Abraham balks at leading his group into, Glenn goes on ahead into the darkness with an injured Tara, leaving his riot gear strapped to Eugene. Soon the two of them are negotiating a zombie-infested cave-in, and Tara ands up trapped. Glenn refuses to abandon her, and it looks like it's all over for them -- until they're rescued at the last second by not only Abraham's group, who found a car going around the tunnel, but also by Maggie, Sasha, and Bob. Glenn introduces Maggie to Tara as a friend he met on the road, rather than an accomplice of the man who beheaded her father, so everyone's cool for now. Abraham at first wants all eight of them go to Washington so they can get on with saving the world, but the consensus is that they'll stop at Terminus on the way to see what's what. And Maggie finally gets to burn that Polaroid Glenn took of her sleeping, like she always wanted to.
Meanwhile, Daryl's learning the few rules of his new gang, even if he's not sure it's actually his yet: say "Claimed" and it's yours. Oddly, it's taking him a while to get the hang of it. But there's also a rule against lying, and when another member of the group breaks that rule by trying to frame Daryl for stealing, that member pays with his life. Looks like Joe the leader, formerly known as Tennis Ball Guy, has a new favorite. Soon Daryl finds out where the gang is headed: to Terminus, on the trail of Rick, Carl, and Michonne. And they're after blood, considering what happened at the house a few weeks ago. Next week's reunion might not be an entirely happy one after all.
And finally, Glenn, Maggie, Abraham, Sasha, Bob, Eugene, Rosita and Tara make it to Terminus and receive a warm welcome. But we'll have to wait until next week's finale to find out what at Terminus is, as previously mentioned, what.
Glenn is still single-mindedly leading his group in search of Maggie, down the tracks to Terminus. Behind him, Eugene has come over all garrulous -- not to mention Southern -- and is holding forth to Tara about how the zombie plague might also have killed off the dinosaurs. "Do I believe that's what happened? No. But it's enjoyable as hell to think about an undead ankylosaur going after a diplodocus. That there's a video game worth a pre-order." He keeps rattling on when she finds a coin along the track bed, which he says he knows how to turn into a battery. She ends up giving it to him, because it's not like she's going to run her iPad with it. Hey, Eugene, not for nothing, but if you're scavenging components for homemade portable power off the track bed, what have you been running your sat phone with?
That night, Abraham sits up on guard duty with Tara. He suggests she take some sleep, since he hasn't seen her do it yet. At first he thought it was because she was in love with Glenn, until he caught her ogling Rosita. "Hey, the things are damn near hypnotic," he chuckles, not offended at all. His alternate theory is that Tara's driven by guilt, over something she did or didn't do. "Something I did," she says, not that he asked. She says both of them have their missions, but wonders what happens when the mission is over. Abraham doesn't seem to have an answer for that.
The next morning, Eugene is still yammering at Tara about the coin they found when suddenly something up ahead catches their eye. It's another ad for Terminus, but this one has been annotated with one of those notes that Maggie's been leaving in zombie blood -- as well as the names of Sasha and Bob. Glenn just starts running full speed down the tracks by himself, grinning like a moron. This is the first confirmation he's gotten that Maggie is alive, remember, so the only reasonable course of action is to sprint for miles in full riot gear until he has a heart attack.
The nasty gang that Daryl sort of joined a couple of weeks ago is sacked out in the woods, sans Daryl. Their morning wakeup call comes in the form of a zombie that comes out of the woods and rakes its rotting face open on the barbed-wire alarm system they've strung around themselves. One of the men takes it out with a businesslike bayonet stab, and another one -- the one who got choked out before Rick's eyes while Rick was hiding under the bed -- sits up and notices Daryl's absence. The guy in the hoodie who claimed Daryl's vest a couple of weeks ago says Daryl's stuff is still there, so he's probably off taking a crap. Right gentlemanly of Daryl, considering his present company.