I drive through the gates of Sanctuary, happy to be home, but happier to have my wife safe behind the walls of our city. The Sanctuary that I own, that I control. The feeling is a dominant emotion within me, the instinct of having my woman in the place where I am king. Where I can protect her best.

I reach through the window and take a radio from one of the gate guards. Mine lost its charge while we were on the road. I lift it to my lips and start speaking, "Fuentes here. I ...