A/N: Hey there! This was originally an English assignment. It's supposed to be what Oz is thinking while on the plane to Boston in the book "Into The Madhouse" by Christopher Golden and Nancy Holder.
Oz stepped out of the terminal and onto the plane leaving for Boston. He'd had to run from Willow, knowing if he stayed with her a moment longer he wouldn't be able to leave her. He didn't want to leave her alone to run things all by herself, it didn't seem fair. Well, she wasn't all by herself. Angel was still in Sunnydale. He would look out for her, at night. Angel couldn't help Willow during the day. Just like he couldn't help Buffy, Giles, Xander, Cordelia, or the Gatekeeper right now. Oz would have to trust that Willow would look out for herself during the day. He had faith in her. But would that be enough? Faced up against some big, ugly demon from the Otherworld all by herself, even with her magick, probly not.
All this raced through his mind as Oz found an unoccupied seat beside one of the windows that looked back towards the airport. He sat down and squinted through the small window of the plane at the large window of the building, almost covering the entire wall. Oz looked for Willow, but the glint across the glass didn't allow him to see through. Even so, Oz knew she was there, and waved through the opening, hoping she would see him.
It seemed almost suddenly, yet like eternity, as the plane finally started to move. Oz quickly double-checked his seatbelt, and with a final (knock on wood, or, in this case, cardboard) glance down at Sunnydale, sat back in his semi-comfortable seat. He closed his eyes and pictured Willow's smiling face, accompanied by Dingoes' latest rift, until sleep found him.
Ah, glorious sleep. It seemed like forever since any of them had had some decent rest. Oz was so tired that he didn't even bother to dream. He could have about a couple hours undisturbed, depending on how co-operative the flight was going to be. A few hours to rest up before having to, first of all, find the Gatehouse, and then, once he did, making sure everyone was all safe and sound. But what if they weren't? He might have to fight, but he wasn't really worried about that. He'd faught quite a few demons already and had proven he could hold his own. He was worried about losing. Losing this battle might mean losing the world. It would mean that all the creatures that now had no place in this world and dwelled in the Otherworld would reign once more on Earth. Humanity would be hurled back centuries, maybe even lost completely. No, losing would not be a good thing.
That's why Oz had to go to Boston. He was the only one out of the three of them remaining that could be spared. Angel coundn't go, it was too risky with the sunlight issue, and all. Willow couldn't go because she controlled the binding spells that were now surroundin Sunnydale, in hopes of evading even more creatures. So it was up to him. Oz had to get the information to Buffy that they had gotten from Brother Kukoff, a Son of Entropy. "Harbingers of chaos. Agents of the apocalypse." The man's own words, beaten out of him by Angel, while Oz and Willow watched on from a corner in the Mansion.