Raylan waits - Negan giving the nod was instruction enough - and flexed his hand that itched for the gun that belonged on his hip. The one that might have saved them. He had to believe that it would have.

If he thought he could do any better with what they might find behind the door, he might have told Neal to let him go first, but if there was something behind it that was solid enough to take a hit or worse, he was sure between himself and Negan, they could do something. Or die again, but Raylan was bitter enough to assume they were going to loop in all this.

A new nightmare.