The next morning Fionna woke up to the sizzle of bacon in the pan, and a slight smell of maple syrup. She sat up slowly, and saw Marshall sitting in front of a little camping stove cooking bacon. Marshall saw her sit up and smiled gently, "Well look who's finally awake? I've got some piggies cookin! Do you want some?" Fionna nodded briefly before looking around, confused. "Umm Marshall," She asked, "Where's Cake?" Marshall froze, and looked up solemnly. "Do you remember any of last night?" Fionna nodded "Yeah! We were escaping and then we escaped… and then… oh my god. Cake…" Fionna looked down and went silent. Marshall walked and sat down next to her, "You know she might not be… You know… dead." Fionna leaned into Marshall, "Yes I know. But she might –no. I can't accept that… I won't accept it. She's alive and I know it." The two sat there, with Marshall's arms wrapped around Fionna. Fionna looked down at her clothes. She was wearing one of Marshall's shirts and a pair of his pants! "Dammit I told you to leave my clothes alone Marshall!" He let go of her sheepishly and pointed to her clothes in the corner, "I couldn't let you sleep in bloody ripped clothes! I just couldn't help myself!" Fionna stood up, but a little wobbly considering her bandaged leg. "I can't believe you couldn't wait until morning!" She hobbled over to the pan of bacon and started chewing noisily on a few pieces, with her back faced to Marshall. "These pants are too long," she complained, "I think we need to go and get a pair of my clothes." Marshall sat down next to her and started sucking the red shades from the bacon, "You have more pairs of that outfit? Wow. Dedicated to your appearance aren't you?" Fionna punched him roughly in the shoulder, "Hey cut it out. But seriously. I think I have another pack laying around, but that hat… I've only got one…" Marshall jumped up suddenly, "Hey won't they be at your tree house if they're looking for us? And my house too… Dammit." Fionna stopped chewing, "It doesn't matter anyway, and I can't travel very far on this leg." Marshall smiled, "Well you know I could always carry you, I'm not as exhausted as I was last night." Fionna thought for a moment, before nodding, "We could at least see if they have gotten to the house yet, and if not it would do some use to get some supplies, it looks like we are going to be on the run for a while." Marshall shrugged, "as long as they don't find us…" Fionna glared at him, "That's horrible. So are we going to get going or what?" she stood up and finished off the bacon. Marshall shrugged and put her on his back as he climbed down the ladder and into the woods. It was early morning and dew glinted off of the rising sun. The ground was damp and fallen leaves crunched gently under Marshall Lee's feet. Fionna sighed and rested her chin on Marshall Lee's shoulder, and her long hair fell forward. She brushed it out of the way gently. "So uhh Marshall. Umm. Well what I said when we were in the cell… I'm sorry-"Marshall silenced her briefly, "No I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not telling you how I felt sooner and maybe we wouldn't have gotten into this mess. I'm sorry that I was such an idiot and decided to keep how I felt to myself. I'm sorry for making you think I was mad at you. And I'm sorry for putting you through all this trouble. This isn't your fault. It's mine." Marshall stopped and looked up at Fionna. Fionna looked down, and saw pain in his eyes. She leaned down and kissed Marshall on the cheek. Marshall's eyes went wide and he looked forward once more, his cheeks turning red. Fionna blushed and laid her head on his shoulder again. Marshall starting walking again, looking down at his feet. Fionna started dozing off as they started nearing the forest edge. Fionna was finally lulled to sleep by the singing of the birds in the dense forest behind them. Marshall, noticing Fionna was asleep, set her gently next to a tree, and stopped to pick some bright red flowers. He then sat next to her and sucked rich red from the forest flowers. As he sat drinking the flowers, he heard a noise, almost like footsteps. But these were different, they sounded like wood hitting stone. He stood up cautiously, before stepping in front of Fionna and facing the direction of the steps. It sounded like two people, steadily making their way towards him. Marshall growled, and the footsteps stopped briefly, before starting again, faster. Marshall picked up Fionna in his arms, and turned to run, before he heard a familiar noise. He turned and faced the person, to find Lord Monichromicorn standing before him. Monochrome had tears in his eyes and tapped on the ground," It's okay. I know what happened. I'm here to help. You can get on and I'll take you somewhere safe." Marshall hesitated before climbing on Monochrome's back. The unicorn took off and flew above the clouds, so as to be unseen by onlookers below. Marshall held on to Fionna and made sure she didn't fall off. He couldn't see where they were headed, but Lord seemed to know where he was going. The unicorn signaled that they were going to go below the cloud line, and he sailed lower and lower through the sky. The tri finally touched down in front of a wooden door, and upon closer inspection, the door was smack in the center of a large house, but you wouldn't know it at first glance, because the wooden house was built into the side of a green mountain, and vines, grass, and other vegetation was covering the entire house. Marshall picked up Fionna, and Lord Monichromicorn gestured them inside. When Marshall opened the door, he was greeted by shouts of relief, and dozens of bodies turned towards him. When his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, he realized it was a meeting. A man he didn't know ran up to him, and took a look at Fionna's wounds. "Come on we need a doctor! Someone's been hurt!" As soon as he said it, five people ran forward, bringing a stretcher, and they gestured for Marshall to lay Fionna on it. Marshall growled at them and held tighter still to Fionna. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to Lumpy Space Prince. "Let them go, they're like here to help, don't be ungrateful." Marshall hesitantly set Fionna on the stretcher and she was carried into one of the back rooms with a large red cross on the door. He noticed the many eyes watching him, and a woman pushed her way to the front of the crowd and addressed Marshall Lee, "Vampire king. We are aware of yours and Miss Fionna's predicament. We are called the resistance. We know of the Pink Prince's trickery, and have been fighting it for years. We are here to help."