When Mrs. Rogers finally returned to her flat, she was annoyed. There was green goo all over the floor.

"What can that be? Has Miller been in here with one of his projects? I'll give him a ring." She picked up the phone and began to dial.

"I wouldn't do that."

Mrs. Rogers jumped. There sitting in her beautiful chintz covered chair was the witch. Mrs. Rogers had sewn the cover last summer. It was her favorite. It had red and pink roses all over. Now it had green goo all over it.

"Get out of my chair!"

"Not until you do a little favor for me."

As the witch leaned forward, more green blood squirted out of her chest. Most would have been squeamish at the sight. Mrs. Rogers found it rather interesting. One doesn't see someone hemorrhaging green goo every day. Especially one's foe.

"I have this nasty little chest wound your friend gave me and you're going to sew it up."

"Me? Why don't you do it yourself? I'm certain you could handle it."

"This has taken a bit out of me. I'm feeling rather weak. So I require some assistance."

"Have Sneed do it."

"Sneed? I wouldn't let her touch me. No, I want you to do it."

Mrs. Rogers was thinking. How could she use this to her advantage? "It will hurt."

"I know it will hurt. It hurts now! Get started."

"I mean, it will hurt and you might move and that wouldn't be good. You need to go to a doctor."

"Me? Go to one of your doctors? Don't you think they might be more than a little curious about my green blood?"

Mrs. Rogers had to think of something. Then she remembered Col's rendition of how he and Susan had been captured the night before. "I won't do it without anesthesia."

"Whatever is anesthesia?" asked the witch.

"Anesthesia makes one drowsy and sleepy so it's less painful."

"Oh, that. I just happen to have some." The witch was getting weak. "Take it out of my pouch." She pulled out a red velvet bag. Inside there was a bottle and some cloths. "But don't use too much. I don't want to go fully asleep."

Mrs. Rogers approached the witch. "It looks like it involves your heart. I can't sew up your heart. The skin, yes, I can sew not the heart."

"My anatomy is different than your human anatomy. Sew the skin, I'll deal with the rest when I regain myself."

Mrs. Rogers took the cloth out of the bag and applied the chloroform to it. She held it over the witch's mouth and nose. "Here, breath deeply and you won't feel a thing." Mrs. Rogers held the cloth for several minutes. When the witch seemed to go into a deep sleep she went to work. She had to keep applying the chloroform to make certain the witch didn't wake up. Finally she was finished. She ran over to Miller's flat to get his help.

Miller opened the door to find Mrs. Rogers as giddy as a schoolgirl. "I've got her! I've got the witch!"

"Where? I thought Susan shot her. She said she slithered away like a snake."

"Yes, yes. But apparently she was too weak so she came to me to sew her up."

"She came to you to sew her up? Are you practicing surgery now?"

"I am well known for my neat stitching. Now come along before she wakes up. I need your help."

Miller put on his jacket. "I don't know why you would want to help her. We want to get rid of her, not help her out. What were you thinking?"

"Oh, I couldn't resist it. Come along now, you'll see."

Mrs. Rogers opened her door and showed Miller in. There in the corner was the witch.

"Blimey!"

"Yes, I sewed her to the chair. I do love that chair but oh, well, she's ruined it anyway."

"You sewed her dress to the chair?" asked Miller. "She'll just take it off."

"No! I sewed the witch to the chair. A nice little bit of stitching too."

Mrs. Rogers showed Miller the stitching on the witch's arms and legs. The witch began to moan.

"She's waking up. Let me give her a little more chloroform." She held the cloth over her mouth and nose. "We can't let her wake up yet."

"You've done some strange things in your day, but this takes the cake. What were you thinking?"

"Oh, I know, but she was so helpless and all, I couldn't resist the chance to put one over on her. Now help me get her out of here."

"Your mother always said you would sew anything that stood still long enough, but this is ridiculous."

"Come on. Let's take her down to her flat or lair, whatever it is now."

"And then what? Do you think this will hold her?"

"She's weak. It will give us a little time to think about what we want to do with her."

Miller picked up the chair and Mrs. Rogers took her legs. It was a awkward on the stairs as Mrs. Rogers had to give her more chloroform. Finally they came to the door.

"What if Sneed is in?"

"Just open the door."

Miller tried the door, it opened easily. It was Sneed's flat again, only now there was a large hole in the wall.

"Here, put her in the corner. Go get Susan, Col, and Tumnus. And hurry back."