'Get that chunk of tin out of my kitchen!' she shrieked. The others came running and stopped to stare at the inert figure on the floor, a dent in his head.
'He's going to get an awful headache when he wakes up' observed Dorothy.
'Never mind that, what about my monkey?' Snapped Elphaba. The poor monkey leapt onto her shoulder and chattered away in distress. Elphaba reached out a hand and stroked his back reassuringly with quiet soothing noises, to the confusion of the group, bar one. Only Fiyero knew that she was capable of such tenderness but it confused Dorothy to the utmost. She could never think of the vile little creatures as pets, as how she felt for Toto but the witch must do. This had never occurred to her.
'All of you are leaving' Elphaba informed her. 'Right now. And take him with you.' She aimed a kick at the lifeless lump on the floor. The lion did as he was told and dragged the tin man over to the door.
The scarecrow stepped forward. 'Right now?'
The witch looked at him and seemed to consider the options of letting him stay or leave. Dorothy was definitely going, that much was for sure. The lion could go with her for all she cared. The tin man would hopefully be used as scrap. It was the scarecrow she wanted to stay, he whom she wanted to trust. She took a step forward.
'Can I trust you?' She asked softly.
The scarecrow took another step forward. 'I think you can' he replied quietly. The gap between them was so close they could almost touch. The monkey leapt off of her shoulder and went to investigate the fruit bowl.
Dorothy was looking between them, like watching a tennis match.
'Does this have anything to do with the book?' she asked uncertainly.
Elphaba whirled around in irritation; that little brat had spoiled the moment yet again.
'This has got nothing to do with you, keep out of it!'
'So when do I get to go home?' The girl wailed.
'Hopefully as soon as you click your heels three times!' Elphaba snapped at her. Everyone looked at her in surprise.
'Should I do that?' Asked Dorothy eagerly.
'I don't know' muttered Elphaba. The scarecrow stared at her. She met his gaze and shrugged in irritation. 'It sounds like something Glinda would say, that's all.'
Dorothy squeaked happily. This was the ticket home, she knew it!