Maggie's arrived, not too long after Glenn, and she's on the opposite end of that hallway. It's dark, but somehow there are flickers of light, too. She doesn't know if it's a trick of her eyes or there's just something damned eerie about the mansion. Maybe it's a little of both. She's hot and tired; a day of helping move the dead in Alexandria after the Wolves will do that to a person. But then she'd wound up here, and she doesn't know how. Or where here is.

Walking with a knife in her hand, slowly, Maggie pauses when she's sure she can see a shadow moving, her heart beating a little faster. She doesn't hear the tell-tale breathing of a walker, but the figure still seems to be moving slowly. She needs to know what she's dealing with; she doesn't want to attack someone who doesn't deserve it. On the other hand, if it is a walker, all it's going to do is zero in on her.

Pulling her small mini-flashlight out of her pocket, she hopes it'll do the trick in blinding the person in front of her, keeping her face from view while still getting a look at whether or not her hallway mate is alive or dead. On a mental count of three, she shines the light, and never expected to see her husband.

"Glenn."

Immediately, she drops the light and runs to him, throwing herself around him tightly without hesitation.