In the background, Michael stood, trying his absolute best to keep the nervous feelings down.  It was easy for him to feel nervous about the situation they found themselves within.  Perhaps he was being, in some way, over cautious and foolish over the whole thing, but that’s what prison would do to a man after ten years.  It made him cautious, made him think through the situation, made him calculate the risks more than ever in his life.  Every day he was surrounded by liars, con-men, thieves, killers, rapists, every kind of scum on Earth.  It was more than enough to make him cautious and careful.<br/><br/>But as the door to the back of the diner opened, he had to admit, a part of him was a little relieved.  The more survivors, he thought, the better they were.  Strength in numbers.  It was their only hope of surviving.<br/><br/>“Yeah, there’s others!” He would call out, his hand tightening upon Daelin’s hand as he began to walk closer to the door.<br/>