Returning to Oz
I took a deep breath and then said, "Max, listen. I never told anyone here this, but back there in Oz, at home, everyone thought I was Wicked. I was labeled the Wicked Witch of the West, simply because I disagreed with the Wizard. I faked my own death—my best, and only, friend, Glinda the Good—still thinks I'm dead, as does everyone else. It's not gonna go over well, if I suddenly show up, say I'm not dead, and tell them I'm trying to save them. The closest I get you guys to Oz, is a house, just west of the border of Oz. When you reach Oz, my best advice would be to get on Glinda's good side—do not make her mad—try to get her to help you. Just say it was a spur of the moment idea to ask her. I want to keep my part in this as small as possible. Max, basically what I'm trying to say, is, I can't go into Oz with the five of you. You'll have to manage without me. I'm so, so, sorry, Max—I can't even tell you how sorry I am." Max glared at me and said, "You're coming with us to Oz, even if I have to tie you up to get in." I nodded and said, "Act like I'm not actually alive then." The others—Nudge, Dylan, Total, Iggy, Gazzy, and Max—all nodded—Angel was the reason why we had to go—for me, I was returning,—to Oz.
Max had given me some of the former second-in-command, Fang's clothes to wear on the journey, but I refused to give up my hat which Glinda had given to me back at Shiz, and the others didn't try to talk me out of wearing it—it really kept my hair from flying around and into my face.
Also I had gotten wings recently, because on my way before I met Angel, when I first joined the flock, I had been captured and made into a bird-kid and told that I would become Iggy's soulmate, but I couldn't feel the way the whitecoats wanted me to feel about Iggy, because I loved Fiyero, and now that I could fly the way everyone else in the flock did, I stopped using my newer flying broom.