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Madame Morrible; The Wizard's Press Secretary had a problem.

Her nephew, Fitz had grudgingly given her the foreign girl's testimony at the hospital that the Wicked Witch of the West had been hit by a car. But the problem was that the Witch had been exposed to some degree and her condition had contradicted some of the things Madame Morrible and the Wizard had worked so hard to spread. But it seemed they did too good a job.

They had portrayed the Witch as a stereotype; incapable of human feeling both mental and physical, they had said she was so old that her bodily fluids had dried so she never bled. That was where they left it and had allowed the frightened citizens of Oz to continue the Witch's profile. The citizens had manipulated themselves into believing the most idiotic things. They began to believe that the Witch ate children, she could shed her green skin like a snake, and she had one or three eyes and a tail – plus everything Madame Morrible and the Wizard had originally said.

And then the Witch gets hit by a car. According to the girl and her group of familiars, the Witch had popped up out of nowhere and smacked right into the windshield. They had driven the Witch to the hospital awake, screaming and bleeding all over the place and one the medics eventually had to sedate her. Then came the staff's interaction with the Witch. Most of them were too frightened to even come near her but the ones who did found her to be horrifyingly normal. They reported that the Witch spoke well like a sophisticate, she had two eyes, no tail, didn't even attempt to eat anyone – in fact she barley ate at all, and was estimated to be under 45 years old, perhaps in her late 30s or early 40s. And according to Fitz, she didn't even look like a Witch despite the green.

So Oz was in an uproar of confusion and accusations which were terribly true and it was Madame Morrible's job to set then straight again...or more accurately bullshit them which was why she was getting the girl, Becky and her familiars to do a speaking in Central Munch. The girl must be a mess of strained nerves since the Witch now has a legitimate reason to be angry and her fear would hopefully spread to the Munchkins.

Two days ago, we had gotten an invitation from the Wizard's Press Secretary, Madame...something to speak in Central Munch about the Wicked Witch. There was no rehearsal, no time to prepare – it was basically just 'come over and talk to us about the Witch'. The only real reason we agreed to this on such short notice was because of Madame….Morrible. I'm pretty sure it's Morrible – because of her relation to the Wizard. Our plan was to ask for an appointment with the Wizard if Glinda hadn't already done so.

It was night at around 11pm and we decided to take a breather from the car. The four of us were settled around a lake in Rush Margins, sitting on a fallen tree and getting eaten alive by mosquitoes, swatting the air as we heard them buzz past our ears. It was like camping or something. The sky was clear, causing the lake to reflect its blackness and the glowing dots that shifted and wavered as the lake rippled in the breeze. We even had a small campfire going, the orange sparks whipping in the air as I poked around the embers with a long stick. I've always had a fascination with fire and how different materials burned, how the flame caught and poured over the object, causing it to curl and wither into charred nothingness. Even with the breeze blowing outward, Scarecrow made sure to sit far from me.

I sat, in the warm, orange light, wondering what I was going to say during the speaking about the Witch. She is portrayed as The Wicked Witch of the West but she actually seems fairly reasonable in her crazy way. I mean if I got run over and had to pay a $500,000 bill, I'd arrest the person then have them pay damages as well as attorney fees…except the Witch….well she didn't kill me – she needs me in fact to pay off her giant hospital bill.

Maybe I could ask the Wizard for money!

"We'll never reach the Wizard if we keep going backwards." muttered Dorothy loudly. She had found my Ipod nano while flipping through compartments in the dashboard and was sitting beside me hunched over the glowing screen of my playlist, tracing her index finger along the round button in the middle, scrolling up and down for 20 minuets straight. She had the ear buds placed kind of crooked but I couldn't hear anything even when she had the volume at about a quarter of the way.

The three of us smirked with suppressed laughter at Dorothy's unawareness.

"Shall we get going then?" asked Tinman. He looked at me expectantly.

"Yeah, sure."

I tugged Dorothy along to the car as she refused to look up from the Ipod screen.

"Never seen an Ipod before?" I asked with genuine curiosity. She was acting like my grandmother, all fixated on the glow of the screen and the way songs were highlighted when she scrolled.

"WHAT?" yelled Dorothy. She barely turned up the volume! I decided to let it be and led her to the car, my brow raised. I'll ask her about it later.