For Maggie, it's an instant. Her heart's in her throat, she's slipping, and then she's on the roof, clutching Daryl to keep from landing hard, gasping like he just saved her from drowning.

And then he lets her go, and she slumps against the ledge. Everything stops for a minute or two, and all she does is breathe. When she can hear anything besides the air cutting ragged down her windpipe, the inhuman wailing of the boar comes through, and she forces herself to her feet. "We get it?"