Whatever Daryl might have said about her apparent death was forgotten. His focus narrowed to the tablet in front of him, the advert for a show about zombies, the faces of his makeshift family flashing across the screen. There was Rick, clean shaven, wearing his Sheriff uniform and looking like he owned the world. Shane, Lori, young and innocent Carl and Sophia too.
He wanted to push the thing away from him. He didn't want, or need to see this choppy, bastard version of his life. Former life. Whatever it was, he'd lived it. And the last thing he needed was to see Sophia's face looking back at him.
When the advert finished, Daryl realised he'd been holding his breath. He released it so that he could chug down the remainder of his drink. He reached for the fresh glass Jo had prepared. "I don't know what that is, but it's fucking bull shit."