A gift. A gift. Sophia honestly hasn't expected anything, so she gasps and grins and snatches up the box, ripping off the wrapping paper with gusto and staring inside with stars in her eyes.

"A real, real Christmas gift!" She cries. It's been two Christmases without one, back when she was five. Before the walkers, before the dead. Before her original mommy and daddy died. This means more to her than Whirl could possibly know.

Her eyes filled with tiny tears, she hurries over and hugs Whirl.