"Cain! Cain!" Wyatt heard calling from DG's room in the dim hours of the early morning. Of course he was already awake, but this was almost unheard of for DG. She slept in almost till …well, she had before she began getting all non-DG-like.

Wyatt was sitting in the on a couch in the living room when DG came bounding in. She was beaming and happier than he had seen her in a very long time. "Cain, guess what!"

"What's that?"

"My friend, he's coming home! He's coming back to Kansas! Oh, please can we go? Please, please, please?"

Wyatt took a moment to look her over only to realize she was still in her night clothes…and not very decent ones at that. She had a tendency to wear sleeping cloths that had questionable decency. He looked only at her eyes and nodded. "Sure thing princess." He coughed, "Go get dressed and we'll start planning."

DG bounced off to her room and returned much quicker than Wyatt could have even imagined.

"Com'om. Let's go!"

Wyatt stood from his couch and quickly grasped DG's wrist, effectively pulling her to a stop, "Whoa there! Hold your colored horses." DG tilted her head slightly at him while she gazed at him, for once ready to listen. "Do you even know how to get to the Otherside? What about supplies and currency for travel and needs? Besides my gun, what weapons will we need to bring for protection? Will your magic work over there? We need to prepare. For starters, I'm going to need a map of this Kansas place."

DG looked at him, shocked, "Wyatt Cain, you cannot take any weapons to the Otherside!"

Of all the things he mentioned, she had to go for that one. "I don't know what dangers are on the Otherside. We need to be prepared. I have to keep you safe."

"There aren't any dangers in my town, Cain… It probably wouldn't even show up on the map it's so small. And of course I know how to get over! I can use magic."

"DG, travel storms are created by machines and those are in central city."

DG just crinkled her brows in utter confusion, "But… I… the book. I've been reading this book and it said I could create one with my magic."

"DG, how old is this book?"

"I don't know… It's magically preserved, like the books in the library in Fin Aqua. I don't know where it came from. It was just on my bed one day."

This alarmed Cain that someone could have gotten into her room. Anyone in the palace would have handed the book to her, but… "What does this book say, DG?"

"It just explains how to create a travel storm using magic. I didn't know that they were only generated by machines."

"You're saying that you can make a travel storm?"

"Yes, in theory."

"That's just pure amazin' DG!" He pulled her too him in a moment of spontaneity and held her tight. "You are amazin'." He held her and felt her wrap her arms around him. Wyatt's heart began pumping a million miles an hour and he felt the back of his mind telling him to never let her go. She made no move to break the hug and for just several moments of wonderful bliss, Wyatt held her.

He coughed slightly when he finally released her and told her they'd still need to prepare.

"Oh, Wyatt. Good, just the man I needed to see!" Emily said as she strolled into the room, a smile lighting up her face. "I wanted to tell you that you'd need no food provisions and that everything you'll need is at our home on the Otherside. Hank and I have been traveling back and forth every so often and have been keeping up with food and maintenance on the house. There is a room for you and DG has her old room. You two should be all set."

DG squealed in excitement. "I'm going to go get started for the Travel Storm! It'll take a few hours." She bounded off in the direction of her room and Wyatt sighed.

Evidently, Travel Storms make Wyatt's stomach churn. He was lying on the couch while DG dashed around the house looking for something that would help him. He didn't have a chance to take in much of the house, but it was warm and it what he could see was nicely decorated. It was charming, but there was this big squared black thing that was staring down at him. It was mounted on a small stand and the other couches were facing it. Wyatt wondered what it was, for some reason it felt rather familiar.

"Wyatt! I found it," DG handed him some medication and told him to take it promptly. He obeyed and quickly ingested the medication. "Sorry, Wyatt, but you'll probably feel kind of sleepy once it starts working."

"Not a problem, about time to sleep anyway," he pushed himself up on the couch so that he was reclining on the arm and looked at DG. She seemed a little lost for some reason. "What's wrong?"

"Can I sit with you?"

This took him slightly by surprise, seeing as that his legs stretched to the end of the rest of the couch, "Sure." He bent his knees and pulled them toward his chest allowing enough room for her to sit. It was slightly awkward for a moment but in a moment of not thinking, Wyatt stretched his legs across her lap and things suddenly felt less awkward.

"What's that, DG?" Wyatt pointed toward the black box.

"That's a television."

"A…television?"

"It's like a TDE… TDE, whatever it was that Glitch invented…"

"A projected time loop?"

"Yah, it's sort of like that. It records images and shows them inside that black box."

"Show me?"

"Of course." DG leaned over across the arm of her side of the couch and picked up what she said was a remote and she turned on the black box. Images flashed in color through the screen and Wyatt found himself captivated.

The queasiness in his stomach was settling and he was beginning to get sleepy. Somewhere through the flashing images he slipped softly into sleep.

The smell of food wafted through the house and into the living room. It tickled at Wyatt's nose until it woke him up. Wyatt's eyes opened up to look at the living room and he realized DG must have let him sleep on the couch all night. When he moved a soft and light blanket fell onto the floor and with a smile he came to the conclusion that DG had covered him up. This made him oddly happy and with a soft smile he folded the blanket and set it on the back of the couch.

When he walked into the kitchen he found DG dressed in Other side clothing and standing at the stove cooking. He quickly glanced at the table to find it set and full of pancakes, bacon, French toast, jam, and butter and toast. "Well, good morning."

"Good morning, Cain!" She said in a cheerful voice.

"What are you makin'?"

"Scrambled eggs."

"Any particular reason you made so much food? It's just you and me. Isn't it?"

"We are going to have a visitor." She squealed happily.

Wyatt smiled at how happy and normal she seemed. "Oh, yah? Who is our visitor?"

"My best friend!" DG set her spatula down and turned to throw her arms around Wyatt's neck.

His heart picked up and going along with her joy and spun her around. It felt so good to hold her in his arms.

When he set her down she was laughing and taking deep breaths. "Oh, Cain!" she noticed with wide eyes, "You're going to have to change. OZ clothes won't work here. You'll look suspicious."

Wyatt fixed DG with a stare, "I don't have anything."

"That's ok. Up in my room, my parents left you some clothes that will probably fit." She turned quickly back to the eggs and pushed them around in the skillet. "Up the stairs is my room."

Wyatt walked carefully up the stairs and looked around at the room. The bed was made and the room was spacious and clean for the most part. Her desk was cluttered with painting and drawing tools and the walls were covered with paintings and drawings. He spent several minutes admiring her talent.

"She's got some talent…" he mused out loud. His eyes landed on the foot of DG's bed where, he assumed, was his clothes for now. With displeasure, he slipped out of his normal clothes and into the new ones. He fully expected the new cloths, jeans and a button up tan colored tee-shirt, to be itchy and uncomfortable. However, the clothes were not as uncomfortable as he expected them to be. To his rather pleasant surprise, they were comfortable and not as horrible as he thought they'd be.

"DG, are you sure about these clothes?" Wyatt asked as he walked into the kitchen. Sure, they were comfortable, but were they really what was worn on this side of the rainbow? He had glanced in the full length looking-glass he had found and noticed that the jeans hugged him and came up to his hips, resting snuggly on him. The button up shirt he tucked into the pants and then noticed that he couldn't put his holster anywhere and Emily had warned him that he should not ever let people see the gun. He could get into trouble, she had said. So, he pulled the shirt out and let it hang out. This was strange for him, but he could at least hide his gun.

She was looking around the kitchen and straightening up after cooking. She glanced up and blinked a few times at him. A slow smile grew over her face, "Wow, Cain you look good! Actually, you look better than good. You look amazing."

Wyatt grunted, only because he didn't know how to respond. Inside he was feeling warm and happy to have heard that she thought he looked amazing. "When is your friend coming?" He grunted.

"Should be here soon," she had kept staring at him, not that Wyatt minded, but he was starting to feel like his face was going to turn red and he was going to start blushing if she kept this up. He grunted again, "Oh, sorry, you just look really good."

Wyatt was saved from whatever intelligent 'uh' he was about to spout by the ringing of a sound that echoed throughout the kitchen and the rest of the house. Wyatt pulled out his gun as quick as a blink and pointed it toward the walls. DG reacted to his defensive reaction and dashed toward him and grabbed his arm. "It's not a threat. It's the doorbell. It lets us know when a person is at the door. Put your gun away. You don't need it hear."

"I am not going to be more than a foot away from my gun." Wyatt ground out. He relaxed his position and cautiously put his gun back into the holster that he had put under his shirt.

"Fine, just keep it hidden, please?"

He did as she asked and she squealed as the doorbell rang again, "He's here!" She darted to the front door.

Wait…He?! Wyatt realized with a jolt and a pang through his gut.