The group collectively stared at Oswald in disbelief. "Yer in no shape to be going anywhere... Or at least, I thought you weren't. We're surprised you can move!" One man urged, placing a hand on Oz's shoulder and motioning back towards the hay. "Besides, aint anyone got an idea where little Angie headed off too."

	"What was that blue light Oz!?" A barotone voice wheezed from a hay bail near the entrance. It was big bobby, and he wasn't looking too good either. Guy damn near looked catatonic. If he hadn't spoken, you'd think he couldn't move his limbs. Truth was, it hurt him to breath, let alone walk around. "I aint got hit by no magic, and that psycho only touched the old man with some'o'that green stuff."

	"Bobby shut up!" The man near Oz shouted, patting Oz's shoulder. "Let's not hear anymore of this crazy travel stuff... You should be happy and uh... Feel thoroughly damn blessed that you can still walk."

	"He aint even broken," Bobby interjected, "You said it yer'self. My ribs are like rotten corn stalks, and he aint even got a fracture."

	"I aint sure about any of that!!"