Eliza opted to sleep near her father, but whether it was because it was more comfortable to be near someone she knew or she was concerned about his welfare was up for debate. So as Logan and Naomi found a way to sleep, or be comforted, below decks, she laid near her father and turned so that she could watch Blondie. The girl reminded her of the character 'Baby' in<u>Dirty Dancing</u>. It was a strange movie to think about when she was stranded out on the middle of a damned lake, with Walkers on one side and uncertainty on the other.<br/><br/>When the soft sounds of sobbing reached her ears she opened her eyes and laid there for a moment, trying to figure out what she was hearing. She quietly got up and moved to where the little one was curled in the corner. "Blondie?" Her voice was hushed, almost as if it was  sacred environment and too loud a voice might shatter the sanctuary. "Hey... are you okay Hon?"  Eliza had switched to paramedic mode, looking for signs of injury or illness as she approached the other girl. "It's going to be alright. We have each other now, you're not alone."