After Glitch had gotten ready and when Cain couldn't wait any longer, they walked down to the foyer together so they could check out and proceed with their journey. They went to the front entrance doors and saw an almost dream-like sight. A sudden freak snowstorm had struck the OZ at some point during the night. Tiny white, wonderfully magical flakes were still being thrust from the cloudy grey sky. There was quite a large amount of snow blanketed over the roads, vehicles and buildings. Driving conditions did not appear to be good. Cain rolled his eyes.

" Perfect. I can't ride in this weather!" he muttered under his breath furiously.

" That's not all. Look!" Glitch pointed down to the bottom of the doors. Snow, as high as his knee, blocked the entrance, making it impossible for them to leave the hotel. I haven't seen snow this bad since…since…Uhh…

From beneath his hat, Cain's wide forehead was damp with the beads of sweat that were seeping through at an alarming rate. His heart was beating so fast and hard that it could have burst through his chest. Nervously, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down when he gulped hard. His throat seized up and it became increasingly difficult to breathe. He brushed his forehead gently with his right wrist. It felt as though he had been struck in the head with a brick. " No!" he murmured breathlessly. " No!" he roared. He pulled at the door handle, then pushed. By this point, he was clearly trembling violently. In a panic, he yanked his gun from the holster and began shooting at the handle. " No! No! No! No! No!" he bellowed, making Glitch flinch.

He had to stop Cain from going completely crazy. " Cain, stop!" He grabbed his arm and tried to drag him away from the door. " Calm down." The cowboy-cop gave him a blank vulnerable glare as he lowered the gun. A gentle whisper slipped out of Glitch's dark pink lips, " Good, good." Cain looked very frightened all of a sudden as he inhaled the stale air to compose himself.

" I've never told anyone before but…" He paused, deliberately, to hype up the tension. Those bright blue eyes of his sparkled as tears gradually contaminated them. Glitch waited and listened intently to be the first one to hear his secret. " I'm, uh, claustrophobic."

That's it? " Can't blame you; being locked up all those years."

A crackly, nasally, whiny voice echoed out over a tannoy. " Due to the snowy conditions, the hotel has been snowed in. All guests are advised to stay put until further notice. Guests who are leaving today are welcomed to have their rooms back." The man, or woman, whose job it was to speak over the tannoy was a complete mystery. No one knew who it was, and some people came up with the most unimaginable theories. One well-known rumour said that it was an angel sending messages down from the skies. Some other people believed it was a rotting corpse calling straight beyond from Earth and the OZ.

" We'd better go get our room back, then," Glitch suggested, gesturing for them to walk back to the reception desk, where the receptionist was busy speaking to guests who had come to complain about the snow.

" Yeah, not being there for DG at the biggest event of her life. Whatever…" he mumbled under his breath miserably.

Wait, what? He's disappointed he won't be able to see DG? I knew there was a heart in him somewhere! " Don't worry. DG's not gonna be coronated without us," Glitch said in the room, after they had gotten it back.

Cain sighed and turned away from the brainless psychiatric case. " Do you have any idea how stupid that sounds?"

" What do you mean?"

A soft, frustrated growl passed his lips. He knew he shouldn't lose his patience with Glitch – he was one of his closest friends – but sometimes he wished he could shut up, for a few hours at least. He turned his head away from Glitch again to roll his eyes. He looked to his gun on the table and the most devilish idea popped into his head. He looked back to his travelling mate, who now looked as though he was trying to remember something he had forgotten. He wasn't that kind of man anymore. He went to the window to open it. The cold, crispy air billowed in, along with some snowflakes. As he breathed in the fresh air, he tried to figure out how long it would be until the snow melted. There was no way in Hell he was going to stay in the same room for more than a week with a man like Glitch.

" Cain," Glitch piped up. " I know you're worried. I'm positive DG won't start that coronation when she sees we're not there."

" Shuddup. I'm not worried. Just leave me alone."

Stop sulking, Cain! You're acting like a child! Glitch just did what he was told and slipped off to the bathroom to spend some moments alone with his (jumbled) thoughts. There wasn't much to think about, considering he had no brain. He just needed to think things through about how to deal with the personal aspects of his life. Cain was becoming more and more attractive to him each day that it was almost too much to bear. He knew it was wrong of him to think of him in this way but everyday was a constant battle to mask his feelings.