He was still looking; over faces, hope running high in his heart. He'd lost her once, and found her - why wouldn't he find her again? His mind ran over the past, seeing it all in flashes which were fully understood if only half-seen by his mind's eye. Things he'd remember forever. Still, she wasn't there. That he could see. A whisper of her name fell from his lips, and he went to turn away from those he didn't recognize - before compassion stopped him and he went to try to free one of the unconscious people from where they were strapped in.

And then, he was startled to hear his name. Daryl. He'd know that voice anywhere. Glenn's heart raised in joy from the pit of his stomach, tears coming to his eyes because he wasn't alone, and one of the people he loved most in the world - had been with the longest, even longer than Maggie - was there with him. He didn't shed those tears, of course; he wiped them away with the back of his hand and sniffled in the emotions before answering.

"Daryl!" He called back to his friend. Heart steadied; he managed to keep the depth of it all under wraps; even if there was a small shake in his voice. "I'm over here!" Glenn was then centering his attention on the man he'd unstrapped, wondering if he should pour some water on the guy's face or just... He didn't want to leave him. That wouldn't be right, not after already taking the first steps of helping him free.