Disclaimer: Do I really need to keep doing this? Of course I don't own it.

Author's Note: So Cain has been stuck in the tin suit for somewhere near a decade and in all that time no one has thought to change the pass code? No wonder the resistance was losing.

Author's Note 2: This is a slightly modified dinner scene with the resistance fighter who helped them over the Crack in the O.Z.


Ralph looked at the strangers crowded around his table. They were a motley group; in fact they were the oddest collection of people he'd ever seen. The fellow resistance fighter who led the group wouldn't sit down, instead he paced the room, checking the exits and keeping a lookout. Conversation was difficult given the headcase's bouts of repeat phrases and habit of suddenly spouting information like some sort of walking encyclopaedia. Meanwhile the Viewer started at every noise and the one they called Tutor seemed ill at ease and nervous. Strangest of all, however, was the girl. She wore clothing unlike any he'd ever seen and she constantly needed things explained that any child in the O.Z. should know. One minute she would look like she hadn't a care in the world, the next it looked like she was carrying the universe on her shoulders. He didn't know what to make of it, but they'd known the pass code so he would help them if he could.

"What news from the resistance in the east?" he asked at last.

"Well I was hoping that you would tell us," the Tin Man replied. "I spent the last decade or so in a tin suit. I haven't had any contact with the resistance since she let me out a few days ago," he continued nodding to DG.

"Don't look at me," said DG as Ralph's wife glanced sharply at her, "I spent the last fifteen years on the Otherside. I didn't even know about Azkadellia or the resistance or any of this until Glitch told me."

Being the sudden center of attention unsettled the zipperhead, "I wouldn't ask me. With my half a brain I don't know what I know most of the time. I don't know what I know most of the time. I don't..."


Glitch shook his head slightly, "Anyway the one you should ask is Raw; he was one of her pet Viewers.

"Raw scared. Ran away. Knows nothing. Tutor there long time, perhaps knows something."

"I don't know what you expect me to tell you," the big man interjected hastily, "I spent the last fifteen years in a dark hole. When did I have the chance to learn anything useful?"

Ah yes, Ralph thought dryly, the joy of sharing a meal with travellers, they are always so full of new information. No wonder the resistance was getting nowhere.