[i]"Sorry, Maleficent, but it looks like that plan of yours just hit a little snag!"[/i]

[i]"You! How dare you turn your blade against me? Filthy traitor!"[/i]

[i]"Can't be a traitor if I was never loyal in the first place, Maleficent."[/i]

...

[i]"Another...? Impossible! When? How?"[/i]

...

Oswald seemed to twitch slightly in the capsule pod. That was nothing new, though, he'd always been doing that occasionally since they first put him in. By now everyone figured that meant he was dreaming something, and indeed he was. But that particular dream didn't last long enough to reach the end of it. The pod he was in was filled to the top with a medicinal liquid, probably the same stuff Potions and Elixirs were made of. But now that substance began slowly draining away. Once gone the pod started opening with a hiss. Still groggy, Oswald lurched forward awkwardly when the pod fully opened, instinctively catching himself on whoever had awakened him.

"I'm... not dead?" he asked in a tired, sleepy voice. After what had happened there logically shouldn't have been any way for him to have survived. But apparently he did, and here he was now, awakened by... well he didn't realize who it was until the brightness left his eyes, "M-Mickey! Your Majesty!" he exclaimed, hastening to stand himself up to give his old friend the proper respect, "What happened? Did... did we win?" he asked, having apparently lost his consciousness before he knew for sure if they were victorious.