Thank you all for the wonderful reviews! I'm glad everyone is enjoying the story. :) Oh, something I forgot to mention. This happens after season 4, but Zane has fake skin, so he looks normal. So, yeah.

Jay felt himself growing hungry. It was at least 10:00, and it had been at least 12 hours since he had been locked up in that closet. His thirst was also was getting to him, and he felt slightly dizzy. His wrists were already sore from the heavy metal chains. He sighed, and hoped that whatever that ghost had done to Zane, he would be able to break free, or his friends would come and save him. He could only hope.

In her bedroom, the new couple had just finished their date. She lay sprawled out across her bed, her head in Zane's lap. He sat quietly, gazing off into nothing. He caught a view of himself in the mirror, and analyzed his appearance. He was vaguely tired, but he couldn't pinpoint why. His eyes were lazily blinking, and he felt overall drained. Like someone had sucked the energy right out of him.

"Hello? Zane!" She was shaking his arm. He snapped out of his daze.

"Sorry, dear. I guess I just got lost in my thoughts." Zane apologized. He would never have meant to ignore her.

"Oh, it's no biggie." She giggled. "I was just wondering if you could take some of the leftover food you made down to the prisoner in the closet. Some water too. You can ungag him too. I guess I was just paranoid at the time." She twirled her hair, and Zane nodded.

Carefully, as not to disturb her, Zane slowly stood and arranged some leftover lasagna on a plate. He grabbed a fork as well as some water, and started down the hall. He suddenly felt nervous. It was only a prisoner, what did he care? Yet, he felt like the bad guy. Like the prisoner didn't deserve to be here. But he tried to shake the thought, countering it with he must have done something to be locked up. He shouldn't feel any remorse.

"Hello?" Zane said softly as he unlocked the door. He saw the prisoner jump from the sudden noise. He was visibly shaking from hunger and thirst. Being a robot, it was nice to have food and water, but he didn't need it like a human did. He had never felt what this man was feeling.

"I'm not here to hurt you." Zane knelt down, placed the food on the floor, and reached behind the prisoner's head. He instinctively flinched away, but relaxed, and let Zane take the gag off his mouth. He moved his jaw up and down, clearly sore.

"I brought some food." Zane backed away and sat in the corner across from Jay, who mustered out a thank you. He looked down at his bound hands and sighed.

"As long as you don't try to strangle me, I think I won't be scolded for letting you eat." Zane chuckled. Jay stared in disbelief. Was that a... joke?

"I won't." Jay croaked out, and held his wrists out. Zane unlocked them, and Jay gratefully stuffed his mouth. Zane looked away, running his fingers over the stone brick floor.

"What's your name?" Zane asked, and Jay couldn't help but feel the slightest bit hurt.

"It's Jay." He said in between mouthfuls.

"Jay." Zane repeated. He noticed that the question wasn't returned. He just chalked it off as ill manners.

"So, what's it like living here?" Jay tried to make conversation.

"It's... lonely." Zane admitted. "I mean, I have her, and she's really the only company I need, but she's told me that this palace was once bustling with people."

"I see." Jay nodded. At least the spell didn't totally brainwash him. He feels at least some human emotion.

"Have you been outside the palace?" Zane realized it was a stupid question as soon as he had asked it. Of course he had.

"Yeah. I live on this flying ship with a lot of my best friends." Jay realized it sounded crazy, but continued. "My off-and-on girlfriend also lives there too. But she likes the cake addict. There's a hot head, a hardcore gamer, and the... chef." Jay looked up straight into Zane's face. There was no recognition. Nothing.

"Interesting." Zane gathered the silverware. "I should probably be heading out." He locked Jay's wrists back together. And with that, Jay was left alone once again. He hung his head. This was not looking good.