The beginning of one, anyhow. As he is floating through the woods, Bob gets a cool tune. He looks patronized. He looks like he does not care. Being alone does things to you personally. He walks like a walker. And does he actually have a giant blade? He discovers some booze and his own small shack. Last week, Beth should’ve hung out with him. Poor Bob. Will we ever learn how he made to this end? After his latest group was gone, we are hardly seeing him.