Surprises were going to be had by all. Savage just returned on going about looking for additional supplies, and as always the Doc had a list a mile long of shit he wanted or needed. Which always made Savage such a happy camper. Though this time, he got his wish. They had come across a small town clinic that hadn't been looted completely clean... mostly because it was inhabited by people. Key word was, was. Moral of the story, Savage had a huge hiking backpack full of medicines, and medical supplies.
Of course Savage didn't bother knocking, because if you were to ask the man, he thought the clinic belong to him anyway. And naturally Topher would disagree. Bursting through the door, the blue eyes locked onto the woman. Vaguely familiar, but he had no name for her. Then to Topher. Then to the woman. Topher. Woman. Topher. Woman. Then it happened...
The smile...
"Well well. Topher, I didn't know you had a guest." Savage said as sauntered over to the woman, looking at the basket. "Is this your Valentine?"