[It's a frantic scene that shows Martha bent over Daryl, who's spread out over an exam table and badly injured. Not just gashes -- there are some exposed organs and overall it's not a pretty picture that's being painted.

Martha's gloves and her labcoat are covered in blood, and there's a sheen of sweat on her forehead, but she's working quickly and efficiently, asking someone who's not part of the image for different instruments as she works on stopping the blood loss and tucking Daryl's organs back where they belong as best she can.

The outcome of this isn't shown, but she manages to get in a few words to him -- asking him to breathe, telling him everything will be all right because they are not having another death today.]

[Martha's seated in a chair near an exam table, which is empty. She's still splattered in blood, and for a good ten seconds she simply sits there, her hand clamped over her mouth.

Then, her shoulders start to shake. Then, she bows her head, her hand shifting up to cover her eyes.

She's crying, there's no denying that, and then she lets out a frustrated scream, her free hand shooting out to bang against the nearby wall.]

[Martha is seated with Emma at one of the tables. There are various kinds of alcohol around them, everything from beer to wine to liquor, and they're both laughing and chatting. Martha seems to be telling a story from her past, something to do with her time living in 1969 with a very restless Doctor. She's gesticulating and babbling at a faster rate than she usually does.

But after another round of laughs, both of them fall silent, grab for their drinks, and stare off, weighed down with fatigue. The good times can only last so long, before the memory of their situation comes crashing into them again.]

[Martha is decked out in some clothing that is different from her usual style, and she's got some heavy combat boots on and is holding a bow. A knife is holstered at her waist and a quiver is strapped to her back, and she's walking as lightly as she can, staring off at something in the distance.

She pauses suddenly, goes very still, and then grabs an arrow and lines up her shot.

A few seconds later, the arrow flies to some unknown target, the whistle of it cutting through the air actually audible.

Then Martha straightens and races off to collect her kill.]

[In a corner of the hideout, on the floor, Martha's kneeling down and reaching out to work on cleaning out and sewing up a gash on a certain Tom Hanniger's abdomen, who's propped up against the dirt wall. Next to her is Ellen, who's helping out by handing over supplies, wiping off Tom's face when it gets coated with sweat, and so forth.

Whatever Martha's using to suture him, it's clear that it's not the usual materials one would expect. Someone with a good eye might be able to tell that it's some part of an animal's guts that they've treated and washed. Not the most sanitary thing, but it's all that can be done when supplies are so short. Even their cloths and bandages look like they've been used before.]