2. 2. Ohh noes! The longcoats have captured one of them. Who and how are they saved?

Cain stumbled but was able to narrowly catch his footing after being thrown into the dark cell. The stone walls surrounding him felt uncomfortably close in the depths of the tower's dungeon, and he quickly turned around to face the lone longcoat that stood on the other side of the iron bars. The other two that had been there as they manhandled him into the cell had walked away, this one only staying to taunt Cain as he turned his fedora around in his hands.

"Nice hat," he said with an impish grin, "I think I'll keep it."

As he left and walked down the dim corridor, Cain growled under his breath and slumped against the bars, wondering why every time he was captured by longcoats they always took his hat; it wasn't the first time and he had a feeling it wouldn't be the last. Though as much as he liked his hat, there were more pressing matters at hand. He had to get out of here and find Glitch. Then they could find the princess as they had originally planned before getting caught despite their shiny leather disguise.

His mind whirled in worry at the thought of what his friends could be going through right now in dark cells like this one, and his instinct and need to protect and rescue them overwhelmed the feelings of claustrophobia and helplessness that his own imprisonment caused him. He ran his hands along the cold ragged walls, searching around the bars for any hinges, or loose openings, or something he could use to escape. He was inspecting a rusted, flimsy-looking rod when he saw a flash of leather and a familiar hat out of the corner of his eye.

Stepping back further into the cell, he took his razor from where it was hidden on him; they had taken his hat and gun but had forgotten to look in the not so obvious places. As the approaching footsteps echoed down the hall, Cain prepared to attack the longcoat and make his escape. When the hat-wearing, leather-clad silhouette entered his sight, Cain launched himself at the bars and—

Stopped his attack mid-swing of the blade as he noticed the longcoat wasn't a longcoat after all.

"Glitch?"

"Delivery for a Wyatt Cain!" Glitch announced happily as he handed him his holster and gun through the bars before turning around with a quizzical look and pulling random levers until he got the right one. The bars of his cell lifted and Cain stood before Glitch when the other man turned to face him.

"But—how?" Cain sputtered, "They took you too and they were so many, and the one that just took my hat was so big—I thought—"

"It's all about rhythm, remember?" his friend said with a cheeky smile,

And so it was... "Fine," Cain frowned, "Now give me back my hat; it's my hat."

"Oh alright," Glitch said as took off the hat and swiftly planted a firm kiss on Cain's lips,

"Now come on," he said, placing the famous hat on Cain's head before walking away and leaving him behind; dumbfounded and rooted to the floor. "We have cells to search and a princess to find!"

"Um, Glitch?"

"Yeah?"

"The rest of the dungeon is that way."