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Don was busy pasing his small cubicle by the time that his dad called him with some good news, it wasn't much but it was a little hope at least.
"He moved this morning, and was saying something incoherent, but for once it wasn't about math."
"What was it about dad, what was he saying?" Don was frantic for news about his little brother, and got out a pen and a piece of paper.
"Something about the 'not so wonderful wizard, and how he was going to help kill him…and some person named Elphaba or some nonsence like that, is it connected to one of the cases that he's working on for you?"
"No but maybe for someone else. Thanks dad, I'll look into it right now." Little did they know they were far from the truth.
Charlie woke up the next morning stiff and cold, and his injuries from before were going to take some time to heal. But that was of no matter because he realized that the small loft 'apartment' was empty. Elphaba was gone, but just efore he startted to totally freak out, she walked in, carrying an assortmant of food for breakfast, and for the next week he supposed, since this was going to be their usual meetingplace.
But he was wrong again.
"You better eat well today Charles, we're going on a rescue mission."
"To go rescue who?" Chalrie asked as he hastily picked out an apple among the rest and started eating and pulling on his boots at the dame time, trying haphazardly to follow his green companon down the stairs.
"My aquaintance Avric had gotten himself thrown into SouthStairs, the prison here. I toldyou to eat well because that palce is a maze, a labranth really. You could be lost down there for the rst of your life if you don't know the right people."
"And I'm assuming that you know the right people?" Chalrie choked on part of his apple, and grabbed another from her bag as they steepes out onto the deserted alleyway and onto the busy street.
""I do know some, but I went there lastnight after you had gone to bed, and found my way to his cell. The problem is that I don't have the nimd to break the lock."
"What do you mean 'not the right mind'?"
"It's a puzzle that I can't figure out, a number puzzle, and something tells me that your very good at puzzles Charles."
Two days had passed sence Charlie had muttered that nothing about "Elphaba and the South Stairs" to Alan, and neither he nor Don could make heads or tails of it untill Don found the semi charred book behind the couch in the living room. Flipping through it, he quicly figured out why his little brother was trapped, and tole his dad and the doctors on his next visit.
"He's trapped inside Oz." He concluded some five minutes later and the doctor nodded.
"That very well could be, and I think that I have a way to bring him out of it. I can do a minor brain surgery that would require me to open up his skull and fire some of the neurons in his brain causing him to hillucinate slightly and come out of the coma. I don't think I need to go into detail right now, but it is an option, I'll let you two think it over for a few days, and come back when you're ready to decide." The doctor left, and this time, it ws the two older Eppes men that were at a loss.
Mak: Well, there it is chpt 4! Hope you like it so far, some do! I need to get a little more feedback guys, but I will keep posting this and the others, so hit the button on your way out of LA ok? Los Angeles later or L.A.8R!