About a mile afterward, Alice suddenly stopped walking. Edward stopped in time, but Emmett crashed into him.

"Do you hear something?" Alice asked.

Edward tried to listen. Sure enough, he heard a faint mumbling, about five minutes away.

"Hear what?" asked Emmett.

Edward lifted the scarecrow off the ground as he and Alice took off, vampire-speed. Emmett yelled something about the speed, but neither cared. Besides, Emmett thought it was fun.

After the sudden stop, they came across another vaguely familiar face, made of metal rather than marble, and rusted so that he could not move.

"Not Carlisle, too!" Edward moaned.

Tin Carlisle grunted, but not even super-hearing could make out what he said. However, Edward was looking in the bushes while Emmett and Alice debated what Carlisle had said.

"He wants to own a dead man's hand?" Emmett asked.

"He wants to fly like Peter Pan!"

"He said 'oil can,'" Edward explained.

"Oil can what?" said Emmett as Edward found the thing.

Edward growled, and the scarecrow shut up. Alice squirted the oil on her adopted father's face, thinking about how she would never have been able to do this to the Carlisle they left in Forks. She thought about the smell of the stuff, too: horrible.

After a while, Carlisle could talk again. But he didn't say much before Rosalie appeared.

"Well, Glitters?" she asked Alice. "Are you going to hand me my shoes or not?"

"Rosalie, I might need them to get home," Alice explained.

"The Wizard can get you home easily enough."

"Wow…" Emmett breathed, looking at the blonde witch. "She's beautiful."

"Yes," Edward agreed reluctantly, "but she is very dangerous, too."

Emmett stared at Rosalie, not hearing Edward at all.

"The shoes, Glitters," Rosalie said. "Or you and your friends die."

Emmett looked perfectly fine with death, as long as Rosalie was the one who killed him. Carlisle, however, took a step forward.

"Rosalie, I suggest you leave…now."

Rosalie's blue eyes narrowed at the tin man. "So be it. But cross me again, and I will not pause in my murderous rampage. Even for you, cutie," she said, pointing a finger at the scarecrow before hopping on her broom and zooming off.

"How do you know Rosalie, Carlisle?" Emmett demanded. "When's her birthday? What's her favorite color? Does she…" He was silenced when Edward pulled a lump of straw from his arm and shoved it in his mouth.

"I don't know her well," Carlisle told him. "Only well enough to say that she will stop at nothing to get what she wanted. For I once loved a human girl, Esme by name. We planned to marry, but Rosalie had had a bad experience with marriage, and she wanted to save everyone from her fate, I suppose. So as I was chopping wood, she turned me into a tin statue, rusted, unable to move. The last time I could talk was when Isabella brought me that oil can." He pointed at the object on the ground.

"We're going to see the Wizard," said Alice. "Do you want to come with us? I'm sure he'll be able to give you what you want most…" She stopped. "Do you want anything, Carlisle?"

"When I turned to metal, my heart was lost. I would do anything to have a heart again…to feel my love for my Esme once more."

Alice nodded once. "Edward and I have our true loves waiting for us at home. We need to get back. Emmett needs a brain, too. Care to join us?"

Edward groaned. "Why do I get the feeling this will only get worse as time goes on?"