The world felt like it was spinning; not a good sensation. The last thing he remembered? Nicholas. The very pointed want for revenge washing through his senses; the tug at his soul, put a bullet in him and end it. Just like he wanted to do to you, because you know him. You see through him, and you are looking at some semblance of yourself... Do it. The struggle had been brutal, but in the end? In the end, he'd been unable to. Was it pity? Was it that understanding that owned him in the second? That sense of seeing a possibility of self in the mirror-being of a coward? That isn't me. I'm not him, and I never would have been... Maybe it was just empathy then, if not that reflection? He wasn't sure. All Glenn knew was that he'd not pulled the trigger.

And then, he was here. Wherever here was. Not the world he knew; or at least, if it was in the world he knew. It was a far cry from the woods of Alexandria. For starters, he was in a seat, and there was so much technology that a part of his soul did a back-flip for joy - until he recognized the fact that he was in dire circumstances. Surprise, Glenn. First thing was first; get out of the straps, see if anything could be salvaged, and then see if anyone else needed help. There were empty seats around him, though some were filled with the obviously dead... And the unconscious.

And if he was here, and there were other people were here? Was Maggie here?

"Maggie?!" He got himself out of the straps, was shuffling under the seats for the backpack he felt against his leg - and looking around frantically as soon as he could move more freely. Glenn called for his wife again; the panic in his voice something he couldn't help. He didn't see her. Was she outside? Was she alive? Was she here?