Harry already knew Dorothy had some inner demons to exorcise. Fortunately for Harry, it turned out that what they were doing was an acceptable method of doing so. They were in Dorothy's room, which was so filled with magic it made your vision blur and your head hurt if you were magical. And magical, thanks to Eunice and Jeanette, was what Harry was, now. And a good thing, too, if Turok is back, Harry thought. Every object in her room was alive and babbling about whimsical topics. Apparently, their feelings would be hurt if Dorothy silenced them, so she'd learned to ignore them except for occasional head-pats.
Dorothy's clothes stripped her and Harry and dressed them in flowing garb that resembled that worn by angels in movies Harry had seen about heaven. Maybe that's a good omen, she thought.
It was.
It was a good approximation of heaven having Dorothy Gale work out her issues on Ha... Ozma of Oz.
Before they'd even gone through the door, Dorothy had warned her she would answer to "Ozma" the whole time until they left the room the next morning.
Harry hadn't let her down.