Waking up was rather like – digging himself out of his own grave. He had never hurt as much as this, not in his lengthening life. He didn't even remember who he was for an eternity as he just lay and was conscious only of pain. He cracked one ice blue eye to look at a dirty ceiling, but he didn't know it was that at the moment. It just hurt.

Then the hurt began to ebb and concentrate itself in his right shoulder. Shoulder, shoulder…he'd been shot hadn't he? Again? Or was this the first time? Was he still in the cart with…

"Cain…" Came the frantic whisper of Glitch and Wyatt Cain closed the eye again as even the soft touch of the other man's voice beat at the pulse at his temple.

"Cain…don't go back to sleep this time…please?" There was a tint of desperation to the voice that made him open both eyes as best he could to try to look around. Slowly, ever so very slowly he let his head fall to the side and there was Glitch… He looked the same as ever, except he was handcuffed to the bars of the next cell, his back to Cain.

"Where the hell are we and what's with the accessories?" He grumbled, and then moaned. The sound of his own voice hurt in his head.

Glitch turned to see him better, his arms bending at a funny angle as he moved as best he could around the bars. "I don't know where we are…a prison of some sort. I woke up a little before you did, and I'm not sure why they did this." He shook his hands so the metal cuffs rattled against the bars.

Cain groaned at the noise. "Are you hurt?" He asked the question he always had to. Not that he could have done anything to fix it had the other man BEEN hurt.

"No, but I can see you are."

"It's not so much the gun shot that gets ya, it's the…what happened to us anyway?"

Glitch shook his curly head. "I'm not sure…we were at our happily ever after…and then…there was light and here we are." His painted lips formed a thin line. He was worried, not least of all for Cain, but also for himself. Why couldn't things just be simple and happy?

His thoughts were interrupted by the Tin Man's grunting as he attempted to sit up. He finally made it, only to collapse against Glitch, back to back with a sigh.

"Um…Cain?" He ventured.

The blond tipped his head a bit to let him know he was listening.

"How are we going to get out of here? Do you think DG's okay?"

The former cop used his good left hand to push at the headache behind his eyes. "I don't know." He thought about it for a second then amended, "Yet. I don't know yet."

He reached over with his good left hand and took Glitch's shackled one for a moment. "We'll be all right, just don't panic."

"Panicking?" Glitch said with a scoffing laugh, though his voice was shaking. "Who's panicking?"

"You are, you're too quiet," Cain said with his usual frown.

"Okay, so I'm panicking. What do you care? It isn't as if we can exactly…" He looked down at his hand, Cain was… "Excuse me, what are you doing?"

"Shut up," Cain growled lowly as Glitch's voice made his head throb.

"You're the one who said I was too quiet, what are you doing?" The advisor was very agitated now and he wiggled, trying to pull out of the other's grip and Cain gasped in pain as his shot arm was jostled. He gritted his teeth and smacked Glitch's arm.

"I'm trying to get you out of these cuffs, now knock it off!"

"You know…" Glitch said, totally oblivious now to his situation. "I used to spend hours…conferring with flowers…and now I'm stuck in here, with you." He scoffed a bit. "Not exactly how I imagined –" And that's where the thought ended. A couple more moments of silence then the cuffs fell off with a clank.

"Got it," Cain said unnecessarily. "Sorry it took so long, it's harder to pick locks one handed."

He leaned back against the bars and finally had a chance to look around. It was dark except for a slice of blue sky that could be seen out a tiny window. They were in a row of cells; all looked to be empty and…the door to his cell was open. That was odd. It smelled of decay and earth and ancient things and the air seemed strangely still.

"If I only had my brain," Glitch lamented to himself. "You know, there were gardens in the palace that –"

"Glitch…see if your door is open," he ordered quietly interrupting the irritating banter.

"Oh FINE!" He said with a pout. "Just ignore me completely. It's not like I have feelings or anyth-"

"GLITCH!"

The other rolled his eyes and stood. "How stupid do you think I am that I wouldn't have noticed if my door was…oh," he said in dismay as the door swung open on it's creaky hinges. He opened Cain's door easily as well and sat next to the Tin Man.

Cain's mouth was open as he took in one pained breath after another, his brow knit in concentration. "It's getting dark, we should get out of here while we can see. Help me up."

"But Cain, your arm…"

"I know, help me up."

"You should rest."

"Glitch, I swear to the STARS if you don't help me up –" he ground out, his temper shortening.

"Okay, okay, you don't need to shout, I'm going!" He bit his lower lip as he helped Cain stand.

The former cop winced, every joint folding out as if he needed oil for them. "Okay…now…we're going to try walking."

"Where?"

"To the window first. Let's see where we are."

Glitch helped him to the small window and what he saw made his frown deepen. "Uh oh," he said quietly.

"What is it?" Glitch leaned over, shoulder to shoulder with Cain and gasped at what he saw. "Oh…Cain…I don't think we're in the O.Z. anymore…"