Snowed In
Glitch awoke with a start. Slightly dazed, he blinked several times to make his vision clearer. He looked around at his surroundings and tried to figure out where he was. He was buried deep in the warmth of a large double bed in a dimly lit hotel room that he had never seen before, or had he seen it before?
What? Where am I? This isn't home, he thought. What on Earth was I dreaming about? He couldn't remember. A sudden pig-like snore rang out, making the poor scatterbrained man jump. That snore came from the throat of Cain, the heartless former Tin Man who he was fortunate to be travelling with. " Cain! Are you awake?" he hissed.
" No," Cain answered sarcastically from the sofa that was squashed against the wall at the other end of the room. Glitch watched him closely as he sat up and stretched. " Anyway," he muttered in a yawn. " We better get goin' or we'll be late."
Glitch frowned as he tried to remember the reason why they were on the road. It was something exciting! Something important! Something completely and utterly life-changing! But what was it? He didn't want to ask his friend for help. He wanted to figure it out for himself. Cain rolled his eyes and sighed. The shabby ex-royal advisor cradled his head in his grubby hands and let out a frustrated baby-like whine. He had to remember!
" We're goin' to DG's coronation," Cain explained. He picked up his coat and hat from the chair beside the sofa. Glitch looked even more perplexed, which made the Tin Man groan in annoyance. " I'm your ride," he added in a tone as if it was obvious.
" I knew that!" ditzy Glitch lied. His black shaggy locks were now messier than usual after being trapped between his legs. After a brief, awkward pause, he decided to change the subject. Secretly, he was always a little embarrassed about his inability to remember certain things. " I had a dream last night."
" What about?" Cain replied, his heart-stopping blue eyes sparkling, even in the dim light. He was genuinely interested in what his friend had to say, even though they irritated the heck out of each other.
" I can't remember but…I dunno…I know y-you were in it." Was he in it? Yeah, yeah. He was.
" Well, I'm flattered," the widower answered, not meaning it. " C'mon. Get dressed so we can leave already."