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“If you slap me one more time, I swear I’ll turn you into Chinese.” Grimm opened his eyes to see Jinx grudgingly lower his paw.

“You were the one sleeping on the job,” the black and white cat purred as he climbed off of the boy’s chest. “Now get off your butt and tell me where the heck we are.”

Grimm ran a hand through his dark hair as he slowly sat up and glanced around the small cage. “W-where are we?” He whispered a little hoarsely.

“How should I know? That’s why I asked you, genius.” Jinx’s blue eyes glinted as he set about licking his paws.

Grimm got a little unsteadily to his feet as he stumbled towards the bars, peering out at the long line of cages. He gripped the bars until his knuckles turned white when suddenly the realization hit him… he was gripping the bars. He moved his hand, but they were blocked by cold iron.

“Uh… Jinx?” He turned back towards his fluffy friend as he stared down at his shaking hands. “We have a problem,” he swallowed a lump in his throat, “I’m physical.”

Jinx stopped for a second to stare condescendingly and mentally raise an eyebrow, “Yeah, so? Your GR, you can do that. Now walk through the bars and get us out of this joint.”

“That’s just it… I can’t.” The last two words were hoarse.

Jinx stood up and walked over to his friend, “what do you mean you can’t??”

“I mean I can’t! I’m stuck! I…” A holler interrupted him, causing him to peer out of the bars once more, “WOULD SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT’S GOING ON ALREADY!!”

Grimm smiled at the girl in the cage across from him, “I, uh, I have no idea. I was hoping you knew.”