“The bauble was easy to grab as I was dragged out the door. I spent too much time filling my pockets and then Negan’s to toss the kitchen, too. It’s a good thing he was there. My focus was narrow. I conducted myself like a junkie, I’m afraid.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bottle, shaking it. “I saved a bunch, but not all. They’ll run out evetually; it’s only a matter of time.”