"But there has to be other ways," He couldn't give her up, throw this thing between them away before it really got a chance. "We could stay here, in Kansas."

She shook her head. "You wouldn't be happy here, Glitch. You belong in the O.Z."

"No." His grip tightened on the counter. "I belong where you are, no where else."

"Really?" She reached up to brush her fingers along the cold metal of the zipper that would always adorn his head. "I caused this. You never accused me, not once, but I'll aways know." She didn't realize she'd changed subjects, that was just the way she was. "Every time you glitch, every time someone looks down on you for what you've become, I know that it's my fault."

There were tears coming, he could hear it. And so he pulled her closer, let her clutch to him. "You're not to blame for this." He ran his fingers through her long hair absently. "I know you think you are, but it was my choice, and I chose this."

She shook her head again, wrapped her arms around him tighter. "It shouldn't have been your choice, it never should have happened."

"But it was." He couldn't believe how much he actually could remember that. In clarity he could relive the thoughts running through his mind as he made the decision. The one clear memory he'd had this entire time. Though for a while he couldn't comprehend what the random flashes had meant. He knew he'd choose the same again and again if he had to. "You've faced your demons, don't choose to face mine as well."

"We're not going to fight about this." DG told him. "We have things to do before the sun comes up."

"As long as we can talk about this later, and you won't shut me out again." He kissed her softly now, her fingers locked with his almost casually.

"Yeah." She smiled a little. "We can talk." She stepped away and reached for the broom they kept in the corner, handing it to him. "For now, you sweep and mop, I'll dust and wash the dishes." She turned a light on, knowing it wouldn't wake anybody. "There are two layers of dust covering every surface, if we're going to make this kitchen sanitary enough to cook in, we need to get busy."

It was a couple of hours before anybody else wandered into the kitchen and by then almost every surface had been restored to a healthy clean. Cain just stood in the door, watching Glitch and DG. They were laughing now, sharing a small stretch of counter as she worked over the stove and he stirred something in a large bowl. He dropped his spoon and just stared at it until she smiled and gave him a small nudge. When she handed him a spoon out of the drawer, Cain knew that they'd fixed things. Not that she wouldn't have handed him the spoon, but it was the look they gave each other when their eyes met, the look he and Adora had given each other over the years.

Because it made his heart uncomfortable, he cleared his throat and laughed when both of them jumped. "Do I smell bacon?"

DG recovered first and turned around to smile at him. She'd changed into a skirt and light shirt, an apron was tied around her waist. And when she smiled, she looked happier than she had in a long time. "Yes, you also smell eggs and pancakes."

He couldn't stand to not ask, DG in a skirt voluntarily was so unusual it was going to bother him for the rest of the day. "I thought you hated skirts."

Her bright demeanor only faltered for a second, "I evidentially grew a little since I took a look in my closet, got a little skinnier too." She made a face at that, there had been nothing wrong with her body before. "None of my pants fit right. Not that it's any of your business."

Glitch just beamed at her, brushed his hand over her arm. "You look beautiful, DG," He assured her as she turned back to the stove, "You always do."

"Ick." Az grimaced as she walked into the kitchen with heavy eyes. One thing she wasn't was a morning person. "I think I'm going to throw up."

"No, you won't." DG started dishing out the eggs onto one big plate while Cain and Az set the table. "How are the pancakes coming?"

"They're done." Glitch piled them onto a plate and set it in the center of the table next to the eggs and bacon. "Where's Raw?"

"You know him." Cain got out the milk, poured it into three of the cups. He and Raw got juice, being lactose intolerant. "Up at the crack of noon." He knew what DG would ask next, was already on his way out. "I'll wake him."

"Thank you." DG called, watching him walk out. They'd eat, maybe go into town and see some old friends, then they could sit down and watch a nice movie.

The day was hectic, starting with a leak in the sink as they tried to wash the breakfast dishes. And over other small crisises, the movie was completely forgotten. She'd forgotten how much work the small farm had been. She didn't care, it was routine for her. The truck had been in desperate need of an oil change, something she didn't normally mind doing. And the back up generator had given up during a thunder storm, leaving them to dig up candles and matches. She'd had to explain a million little things to them, the most ridiculous thing was coffee, which she swore to buy lots of and bring it back home with her.

They'd had an incident at the county jail when she went to say hello to a man she'd known since her family moved there. It seemed that Officer Gulch had spread the word to arrest her on spot for not showing up to her ticket hearing. Though he'd been fired for corrupting his position, so nobody was willing to act on what he said. So when she was finally putting what was left in the bags to put them away, that was when she remembered the DVD. It was an anniversary edition, with a shiny case and a funny name. "Hey," She threw a paper back at Cain, "Want to watch this?"

"What is it?" Cain took the movie from her, still unsure of what it was. "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz."

"Yeah, you in or what?"

"If you can get everyone else to agree." He wasn't sure why it felt familiar, just the name and the case, but there was something. And it was unsettling.

"Fine." She started on the plastic. "You go round everyone else up and I'll make the popcorn."