Down went the rest of his juice, along with the pills- the Scarecrow didn't feel better immediately as he'd hoped, but he assumed he would in short time. He had a lot of thinking to do, and with his head pounding like it was, he had no chance of doing it.

"That won't be any good at all if that happens," he said as he rubbed at his eyes. He saw the nurse take note of his empty glass and head back to the line to get more for him, leaving them alone. That was an opportunity he had hoped for, given the grim topic he had on his mind.

He leaned forward, bringing himself closer to Sangamon. "I need to get better as soon as possible. Depth Charge has gone missing."