The witch chased Dorothy through the halls. She hated Dorothy more than anything. That girl had been ruining her plans since she was a child. She flung the door open. There she was. Wide open for the taking. "You and me forever, bitch," Dorothy said. What was that supposed to mean? She felt herself being evaporated. She knew this spell. Well, it wouldn't last forever. She would be back. And when that time came, Dorothy would finally die. For good. And her little dog, too.