Glenn is leading his group -- Tara, Abraham, Eugene, and Rosita -- uncertainly to Terminus, until he gets one of Maggie's blood-mails confirming he's going in the right direction, whereupon he hits the gas big time. When they reach a tunnel that Abraham balks at leading his group into, Glenn goes on ahead into the darkness with an injured Tara, leaving his riot gear strapped to Eugene. Soon the two of them are negotiating a zombie-infested cave-in, and Tara ands up trapped. Glenn refuses to abandon her, and it looks like it's all over for them -- until they're rescued at the last second by not only Abraham's group, who found a car going around the tunnel, but also by Maggie, Sasha, and Bob. Glenn introduces Maggie to Tara as a friend he met on the road, rather than an accomplice of the man who beheaded her father, so everyone's cool for now. Abraham at first wants all eight of them go to Washington so they can get on with saving the world, but the consensus is that they'll stop at Terminus on the way to see what's what. And Maggie finally gets to burn that Polaroid Glenn took of her sleeping, like she always wanted to.
Meanwhile, Daryl's learning the few rules of his new gang, even if he's not sure it's actually his yet: say "Claimed" and it's yours. Oddly, it's taking him a while to get the hang of it. But there's also a rule against lying, and when another member of the group breaks that rule by trying to frame Daryl for stealing, that member pays with his life. Looks like Joe the leader, formerly known as Tennis Ball Guy, has a new favorite. Soon Daryl finds out where the gang is headed: to Terminus, on the trail of Rick, Carl, and Michonne. And they're after blood, considering what happened at the house a few weeks ago. week's reunion might not be an entirely happy one after all.
And finally, Glenn, Maggie, Abraham, Sasha, Bob, Eugene, Rosita and Tara make it to Terminus and receive a warm welcome. But we'll have to wait until week's finale to find out what at Terminus is, as previously mentioned, what.
Glenn is still single-mindedly leading his group in search of Maggie, down the tracks to Terminus. Behind him, Eugene has come over all garrulous -- not to mention Southern -- and is holding forth to Tara about how the zombie plague might also have killed off the dinosaurs. "Do I believe that's what happened? No. But it's enjoyable as hell to think about an undead ankylosaur going after a diplodocus. That there's a video game worth a pre-order." He keeps rattling on when she finds a coin along the track bed, which he says he knows how to turn into a battery. She ends up giving it to him, because it's not like she's going to run her iPad with it. Hey, Eugene, not for nothing, but if you're scavenging components for homemade portable power off the track bed, what have you been running your sat phone with?
That night, Abraham sits up on guard duty with Tara. He suggests she take some sleep, since he hasn't seen her do it yet. At first he thought it was because she was in love with Glenn, until he caught her ogling Rosita. "Hey, the things are damn near hypnotic," he chuckles, not offended at all. His alternate theory is that Tara's driven by guilt, over something she did or didn't do. "Something I did," she says, not that he asked. She says both of them have their missions, but wonders what happens when the mission is over. Abraham doesn't seem to have an answer for that.
The morning, Eugene is still yammering at Tara about the coin they found when suddenly something up ahead catches their eye. It's another ad for Terminus, but this one has been annotated with one of those notes that Maggie's been leaving in zombie blood -- as well as the names of Sasha and Bob. Glenn just starts running full speed down the tracks by himself, grinning like a moron. This is the first confirmation he's gotten that Maggie is alive, remember, so the only reasonable course of action is to sprint for miles in full riot gear until he has a heart attack.
The nasty gang that Daryl sort of joined a couple of weeks ago is sacked out in the woods, sans Daryl. Their morning wakeup call comes in the form of a zombie that comes out of the woods and rakes its rotting face open on the barbed-wire alarm system they've strung around themselves. One of the men takes it out with a businesslike bayonet stab, and another one -- the one who got choked out before Rick's eyes while Rick was hiding under the bed -- sits up and notices Daryl's absence. The guy in the hoodie who claimed Daryl's vest a couple of weeks ago says Daryl's stuff is still there, so he's probably off taking a crap. Right gentlemanly of Daryl, considering his present company.
Glenn has slowed to a more leisurely power-walk, and he's leading his party past an old concrete tower to the tracks. Or he's trying to, because Abraham is calling a halt to rest. "Tired is slow," he says. "Slow is dead." Glenn complains that it's barely noon, but Abraham doesn't care. "None of us has slept more than a couple hours straight since we went all Casey Jones." He says they need a rest, and while he gets Glenn's mission, he's got his own: "Keeping [Eugene] alive, getting him to Washington, and saving the whole damn world!" Except the tower isn't that safe, because there's a walker up in it moving around. Everyone seems to know what to do except the brilliant scientist, who stands right under it gormlessly as it blunders toward the edge. Abraham rushes over and pushes Eugene out of the way, sending Tara spilling to the ground as well. The zombie's head bursts open when it hits the ground so it's not an issue, but Tara's come up gimpy. Again. Rosita's ready to carry her up into the tower, but after Tara assures Glenn she's up for going on, that's what Glenn wants to do. He says they can all go together, or the others can stay behind with Eugene. Rosita steps up, informing Glenn that he's an ass and that Tara will do whatever he wants, "because she thinks she owes you." Glenn ignores this and makes Abraham an offer: he'll give Eugene his riot gear for protection, and they'll keep going together until sundown. Rosita protests on behalf of Tara, but Abraham takes the deal.
Let's check in with another group, elsewhere on some other tracks. Joe asks Daryl what his plan is. "Just looking for the right place, is all," Daryl says cagily, not mentioning Beth. Joe is insisting that Daryl needs a group, and they don't have to like each other, as three of his guys' team up on a walker that comes out to meet them. All they have to do is follow the rules: claim, don't steal, and don't lie, "'Cause that's a slippery slope indeed." Daryl asks about the penalty for violation. "You catch a beatin' the severity of which depends on the offense and the general attitude of the day," Joe says. "But that don't happen much, because when men like us follow the rules and cooperate a little bit, the world becomes ours." Well, look who's a philosopher-gang leader. He calls a halt as they come level with a rusty old pole barn along the tracks, saying that's where they're sleeping. Daryl tells Joe "There ain't no us," like this is speed-dating, and Joe asks if he's leaving right now. And since he isn't, "It sure seems like there's an us." Before following the rest of the men inside, Joe shares some thoughts on cats, apropos of nothing: "Ain't nothing sadder than an outdoor cat thinks he's an indoor cat." Maybe, but the opposite is a goddamn pain in the ass.
Daryl wakes up on the floor of the garage, as the rest of the gang prepares to move out for the day. He notices quite a bit of blood over on the floor where Len had his "lesson" the night before, and as he's following the rest of the gang out, he sees Len's body on the ground outside the loading dock, one of his own arrows through his face. Looks like he aced that course, then. Daryl is quietly shocked, and almost covers Len's body with a canvas tarp but decides not to bother. I would have thought he'd at least recover the arrow.
Later, the gang is walking through a field when Joe offers Daryl a hit from his flask of white lightning. Daryl takes it, and remarks that he hasn't drank this early since "everything fell apart." Joe thinks it's the opposite; that everything is falling together. "At least for guys like us. Living like this, surviving…we've been doing this from the start, right?" They catch up with the rest of the gang, who are now standing on some railroad tracks contemplating another ad for Terminus. Clearly that place's supplies include a huge stash of office supplies. Sanctuary for All, Community for All, Kinko's for All. This is of course the first one Daryl's seen, but Joe and his gang knows all about them. Joe calls it a lie, saying that it wouldn't welcome people like them. Daryl asks if that's where they're headed. By way of answer, Joe tells the story of "Claimed" from his point of view, which is that a "walking piece of fecal matter" was hiding in the house, strangled their friend Lou, and left him to go zombie and attack them. Of course Rick was just trying to stay alive, but I guess Joe doesn't see it that way. Anyway, they've been tracking Rick ever since. Daryl wonders if anybody saw the guy, because there's no way he knows any of this, but of course Tony was the only one who saw Rick's face. Tony pauses to look at something by the side of the tracks, and Daryl calls out, "Claimed!" Looky who's learning the rules. He grabs what looks like a clump of wild strawberries, and he and the gang walk on, stepping over the candy wrapper that Carl and Michonne must have dropped earlier. Well, if they're littering, I'm on Joe's side now.
Glenn, Maggie, and the rest of their group are walking along a place where the tracks meet in multiple lanes, and this week's end-of-episode folk singer starts doing his thing. There's a compound of warehouses and buildings, one of which is marked TERMINUS in big black letters. They unwrap the unlocked chain at the outer gate and head inside the apparently abandoned compound, weapons ready. There's an inner gate with a hand-lettered sign reading "Lower your weapons. You will be met. You have arrived at Terminus. They wander between buildings, past vegetable patches and neatly organized supplies, all the way to a woman working a big barbecue grill with her back to them. When she turns, it's Denise Crosby, the one-time Lieutenant Tasha Yar of Star Trek: The Generation, rocking a matronly collection of sweaters and an even more matronly wig. She comes around and meets them with a welcoming smile and no sign whatsoever of fear, saying, "Hi, I'm Mary," as though she's been expecting them. Which I suppose, given the advertising budget of this joint, she probably kind of has. "Let's get you settled and we'll make you a plate. Welcome to Terminus." Okay, well, this was almost too easy.