The first thing Charlie was aware of when he started to came to was an acting head. The next thing he was aware of was a deep voice he didn't recognize saying, "Boy! Boy, are you alive?"
Charlie slowly opened his eyes and found himself surrounded by bright white, everything around him. Looking out he could see a large glass window with a long white hard and other cell. Other cells with creatures in them. Aliens.
"There you go." The voice said, and Charlie turned to see a large dark-skin man with heterochronic eyes, one brown and one an abnormally bright blue, crouching over him, "Can you speak?"
"Yes." Charlie asked managing to sit up. He put a hand to his head an realized he could feel metal sewed into his head.
"They gave me that string, told me to mend the wound." The man said, "You must be important to them."
"Important to whom?" Charlie asked, though he feared he had a fairly good idea.
"They call themselves the governors." The man answered.
Charlie's hear sunk. He suspected as much.
Meanwhile, Quill was also waking up with a pounding head of her own. Her eyes fluttered opened and she found herself staring up at the ceiling of a car. She sat up and saw Mateusz sitting across from looking worried.
"Where are we?" She demanded, "Where are the others? Where's Charles?"
"They're still looking from him." Mateusz answered, "Someone had to stay with you just in case…" His voice trailed off, then he asked, "How are you feeling?"
"Fine." Quill said, opening the door and starting to walk out, only to realize that they were not in front of the trap street anymore. She turned to Mateusz looking at the boy accusingly.
"They told me get you away." Mateusz told her, "They didn't want you doing anything stupid."
That warned him a harsh glare from Quill.
"Their words." Mateusz responded quickly, "Not mine."
Changing the subject, and trying to figure out exactly how to get back, Quill asked, "How far did they take us out."
"I think I drove about—five blocks." Mateusz answered.
"Well, then," Quill began, walking to the driver side door, "You can tell me how to get back."
"What do you know about the Governors?" Charlie asked, back at the prison.
"Not all that much." His cellmate admitted.
"Do you know why they're keeping you here?" Charlie questioned, hopping that might lead to something.
"Do you know why they're keeping you here?" The man countered.
"No good reason." Charlie cringed, "Either as a hostage or to torture for information." After a beat he added "I'm hopping the fact that they bothered patching me up means they want me in one piece."
"For your sake I hope so too." The man replied.
"You must know something." Charlie insisted.
"I'm sorry, boy." The man replied, "I'm as clueless as you are."
Meanwhile Quill and Mateusz had hit traffic, Quill getting frustrated. "Move it!" She shouted, hitting the horn."
"I don't think that's helping." Mateusz told her.
"Well, what do you suggest we do?!" Quill shouted, honking the horn again.
Mateusz opened the car door. "How fast can you run?"
The pair got out of the car and started running for it. They ran about two blocks when suddenly someone stepped out in front of him. "There you are." Doretha said.
"What did you do?" Quill growled dangerously.
Doretha pulled something out of her jacket, holding it out to reveal a Saint Christopher metal.
Quill's hear froze as she realized she recognized it. Toni Jo had turned it into a perception filter for Charlie and he had kept it even after he had been altered. For a second, she felt like she couldn't breathe. When she got her breath back, she said. "I swear to God if you…"
"I assure you, we haven't harmed him." Doretha cut her off, "If he stays unharmed depends on you."
