Jetsford sat on the most uncomfortable bench he'd ever had the pleasure of sitting on. He looked down at his friend Jefferson wondering how he had gotten here. Not having anything better to do, he started to pace the small cell. For the hundredth time, he tried to get Alex to do anything. She seemed to be in a deep sleep at the moment.

"Breakfast." A man said while slipping a large ladle of slop onto a bowl on the ground.

"Thanks." Jet groaned at the foul-smelling substance. "Hey, Jeff, it's breakfast time." He nudged his old friend. Who didn't even budge again. This was now the second day, and neither of his friends was waking up. It was either the shock of the very out of place taser or the long jump to this world. The biggest issue was he didn't know how long someone could live without eating. So he had to do something drastic, slapping him across the face.

"Owe, what was that for?" Jeff rolled right off the bed. Then layer groaning in spot.

"Sorry, you needed to wake up. Here have some breakfast." Jet set the bowl down next to him.

Jeff immediately backed off from the putrid smell. "What is that?" Looking around the room, he frowned. "What, where am I?" He said, confused.

"I have no clue how to answer. Mostly because I have no idea." Jet just made several jumps, so how was he supposed to know.

"Last thing I remember was you killing that woman and getting knocked out. You getting knocked out." Jeff specified that last part.

"At least I wasn't out for a couple of days." Jet picked back up the bowl to eat the food. Jeff gave him a look of disgust. "Don't worry. I'll make sure to leave you more."

"You're eating with your hands, and they're dirty," Jeff said.

"Do you see a fork or spoon? I'm certainly not going to wash them with the little water they give. Plus, the dirt may make the food more edible. The taste is awful." Jet couldn't think of the right food to compare it with. Mostly because he hadn't had anything so bad.

Jeff's stomach growled, and Jet handed over the bowl. He grabbed the fatty substance taking a bite. It took all his willpower not to vomit. "How did you eat this?" Jeff said in between coughs.

Jet got up, handing over the water. "To survive, of course."

Jeff only took a few more bites before handing the food back to Jet. "So, what's the situation?"

"We're in prison." Jet said, adding nothing.

"Ok, why haven't you just magicked us out of here, or we're you waiting for me to wake?" Jeff got to his feet and walked around the cell, sipping the water. That he realized was also dirty. He figured that he couldn't taste how bad it was after the food.

Jet replied by lifting his left hand. There was some bracelet attached to his wrist. "Whatever, this prevents magic. However, I can still jump to another world if I hadn't used whatever power that my jumps use all up, that is. So we are stuck here for the time being."

"Do you have an estimated time for when you can leave?" Jeff was currently looking at a chopping block outside the cell. It had two heads lying next to two bodies with missing heads.

"I can sort of reach out to something nearby, but if I had to guess. A week or two, maybe." Jet got up, handing the bowl back to Jeff.

"Why didn't you at least clean the water out?" Jeff asked, and in response, Jet just stared. "Right, no magic." He looked at his wrist, and there was no bracelet. "Got any idea how they knew I don't have magic?"

"Some little stone, I assume. When they brought other unconscious people in, any that the stone lit up got a bracelet." Jet said while grabbing a small rock off the ground. Then started to toss it in the air.

"So we basically hope we survive long enough for you to jump? What's sad is we're being kept in from bamboo bars." When Jeff tapped on one, it clinked just like metal.

"Yeah, I'm not sure what I'm most impressed with. The fact that the metal is shaped like bamboo, or the artist who drew on the metal. I've tried to rub the paint off. So either their bamboo is metal on this world, or the paint don't rub off." Jet said.

"That really isn't relevant right now. We are in prison."

"Yeah, not my first time. But I was treated better in the kingdom of Hope." Jet said, reminiscing.

"You seem awfully calm." Jeff didn't know how Jet could be calm.

Jet sat and laid back on the wall. "This is not my first time in another world. As for the prison, well, not much we can do about it."

Jeff looked back over to the dead bodies and pointed. "How long?"

"Yesterday sometime so I would worry about diseases." Then Jet pointed behind himself at a bucket. "That's the bathroom. You dump the bucket down that hole." He pointed at a small hole in the room.

"How do you know that's what the holes are for?" Jeff asked, and Jet pointed towards the cell across from them. "The cell is empty." Then Jet pointed towards the dead men. "Why were they killed."

"They were murders. What I'm here for, luckily you didn't kill the woman." Jet clicked his tongue.

Jeff's seemed to come to a realization. "Why are the cells so crappy here. Didn't we jump into a regular-looking house?"

"Finally noticed. This place is odd. The guards have tasers. Yet I haven't seen a gun, not even a phone." Jet got interrupted.

"What about these two?" A woman said, looking into the cell. She had some nice-looking clothes on.

"Not sure if we can sell them. You'll have to ask Lord Joy. That guy," the guard pointed at Jet. "Killed someone in his wife's bathing chambers."

"I see. They're set for death, then. What happened to the guard protecting her?" She asked.

"He was executed for seeing the mistress, of course."

"I see Lord Joy hasn't changed. What a shame, they look in good condition. Offer Lord Joy sixty rubies each. I need some healthy ones for the mines." She said.

"Right away, my lady." The man said as they walked off.

Jeff turned to look at Jet. "What did they say?"

Jet was always curious if others could hear people's words in other worlds. Now he knew only he could. "We were to be executed apparently." He wasn't sure if their fates were going to be better now.

"Did something change?" Jeff asked.

"You could say that. How do you feel about mining?" Jet watched as Jeff looked around.

"Judging from what I can see, it sounds like intensive labor. I don't think they have tractors here." Jeff looked a little worried.

Jet walked up to his friend and put a hand on his shoulder. "Better than being executed." Then he cringed a little.

"What, you look like you're about to throw up that breakfast we had." Jeff looked at Jet's pale face.

"You know how I said one to two weeks before I can jump?"

"Yes," Jeff said.

"After I touched you, I feel like that time just gone way up. It's more like a month or more now." Jet looked at his horror-struck friend.