The End of Oz

We all have a witch somewhere inside us.

Madison sighed. “So the only way for me to get home is to find out where this stupid road is carrying us, take out the demonic dude who possessed Assistant Principal Strachan, help you kill the Good Witch of the South, and figure out a spell that nobody knows yet?” she asked.
“Basically,” I said apologetically.
“Fine, sign me up,” Madison said briskly.

“I went back when the Wizard opened this portal—”
“The Wizard? Like, the actual Wizard of Oz?”
“Yeah, but he’s dead, too,” Nox said quietly.

“It’s all crazy, I know. The thing is that Dorothy is—was—actually evil. I mean, Dorothy’s dead now, too. But the fight isn’t over. We still have to clean up the mess she left behind.”
“Is anyone not dead? You know what, don’t answer that,” Madison said.

“Toto’s actually dead, too,” I clarified. “He turned into this giant, super-evil monster Toto, and I killed him, and then for a while there were these, like, zombie Toto reproductions? But they . . .”
I trailed off, catching sight of the expression on Mad’s face. “Uh, anyway, I don’t think we have to worry about them anymore.”

“Like the Scarecrow and the Lion and Emerald City and Munchkins and all of that shit? It’s real?”
“Yeah,” I said. “The Scarecrow and the Lion are dead, though.”