Yeah, excited to be back. Sorry for the long wait in general-that was due to just life, plain and simple. And I also apologize greatly for the delay on this chapter-I promised you guys within a week, and I'm about three days late. The internet here was being finicky over the weekend, and I've had to work on a research paper these last few days, which has eaten up all of my free time. So I apologize to all you readers, and would like to thank kali yugah for inspiring me to get this up that much sooner. Seriously, 4 times a day just for my story? Wowza.

So…the first chapter for the sequel. I'd be lying If I didn't say I was nervous. I think I have a fairly solid story, but will it live up to the original? I don't want this to ruin the story for you guys. Of course, you can't really judge by this first chapter-not much happens, if I'm perfectly honest. But that's ok right? *nervous, slightly psychotic laughter*

I should probably stop rambling, huh?

Oh, one more thing-if you haven't seen the trailer for this story yet, I highly recommend reading it first. "How can a story have a trailer?" Look it up, and all will be revealed. Seriously, please read it-I'm super super proud of it. ^_^

*deep breath* Okay. Here we go. *locks self in fanrage-safe bunker*


"Brutus," I sighed as I walked to school. "Things are finally turning around."

I was back in Kansas, naturally. The official story of my disappearance was that I had gotten 'displaced' during the tornado.

Which was a bit of an understatement, but I highly doubt people would have believed the real story.

Heck, Kirk barely believed it-the only reason he didn't drag me off to the loony bin was because he knew I didn't make shit up. He halfway believed me, which was good enough.

When I got back to school, I remembered what I learned in Oz. I started reaching out to people a little more, and spoke up in class. As a result, I had a group of people to sit with at lunch. Not exactly 'friends', but certainly a start.

I also was taking voice lessons, thanks to the keen eye of Mrs. Voce. She noticed that I was always peeking in on her choir sessions, and offered me private lessons so I wouldn't have to deal with the choir snobs. Free of charge, too! God, that lady's nice. And my voice was getting stronger and better by the day.

Even better, I actually was kinda-sorta friends with one girl. Sarah was her name (didn't know her last name yet). She had long, light brown hair that was always in a perfect soft curl and perpetually tan skin. We sat next to each other in Trig and met by passing notes to each other regarding various tortures we would rather endure than sit in this class.

She sat with me at lunch, and we'd just chat about this and that. It was nice actually having the threat of not finishing my lunch because I was talking too much.

Still, all wasn't completely merry-jolly-happyland.

The second night after I came back, I couldn't sleep. I went out of my room and just sat at the table.

My thoughts were on Oz. I couldn't get my three friends out of my head. Everything I saw that day reminded me of them.

I had wrapped up my lunch in tin foil, and immediately thought of a certain man made of tin.

I had seen a broken flower pot by the road, and thought of Lion's makeshift regal outfit.

I had helped out at the new body shop place where Kirk worked.

I heard him ask for something, but couldn't hear him too well over the clangs and bangs of the shop.

"What do you need?" I shouted over the noise.

"He said 'oilcan'," Another mechanic answered.

I chuckled a little sadly as I grabbed it.

"Oil can what?" I muttered, hearing Scarecrow say it as if he were right next to me.

I breathed deeply to stop the knot forming in my throat and the water forming in my eyes.


I whipped around to see Kirk standing behind me.

"You look like you're gonna cry."

"I am not!" I insisted. "It's just-allergy season, it's a killer, y'know?"

He shook his head and sat down next to me. "You think I'm stupid, ya dumb DoDo? I know the "DoDo's about to cry" signs by now."

I sighed. "Fine, yeah. I was feeling sad."

"Because...?" He prodded.

He'd just laugh at me. "Because I just do, okay? No reason."

Kirk leaned so he was looking right at me. "You miss those guys, don't you?"

I snapped my head up, not expecting him to guess it.

"Y'know, those guys from, uh...Odd?"

"Oz," I corrected harshly.

"Right, sorry. But that's it, isn't it?"

I resigned myself, and let the tears fall. "Of course I do. I mean, they were my best friends." I suddenly shook my head. "No, are my best friends. And I'll never see them again. Ever."

"Well, so?" Kirk shrugged.

I glared at him, shocked and furious. "SO I'm sad that I can't be with them! What, that not a good enough reason to be sad?"

Kirk held his hands up in a calm effort to silence me. "I didn't mean it like that. I meant, so what if you can't see them? Does that mean you're not friends anymore?"

"Well...no, but..."

"As long as you don't forget each other, you guys'll always be together." He smiled. "What's important isn't how often you see each other, but how often you think about each other."

I looked up at Kirk in awe. "Wow, Kirk. That's such great advi-" I suddenly realized. "Wait a minute, you totally stole that from Kingdom Hearts!"

"Yeah, maybe I did," He admitted, and I laughed. "But that doesn't make it any less true."

"Nope, it doesn't." I gave him a hug. "Thanks, Kirk."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," He peeled me off of him. "Now go get some sleep, you're goin' back to school tomorrow."

It had been a whole year since that night. Sometimes, I still couldn't believe it had been that long.

Although being away from the guys became less painful as time went on, the pain of missing them never completely disappeared.

"What are you drawing?" Sarah whispered to me one day in Trig.

"Huh?" I looked down, and had to stifle a gasp. I had distractedly made some crude doodles of Lion, Tin Man, and Scarecrow.

"I don't know," I tried to laugh it off. "I didn't even realize I was drawing."

"A lion, a robot, and a scarecrow. That's pretty random," She laughed. "Hey, can I have some of those drugs you're on?"

"Shut up," I genuinely laughed.

She smiled and turned back to the teacher, while I gloomily looked at the doodle.

I did the right thing, coming back to Kirk.

So why did I feel so empty?

First chapter, eh? Yeah, boring, I know, but something HEE-YUGE is gonna happen in the next one, and it's not what you're thinking. In fact, I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say you will NEVER see it coming. *Wheatley voice* Seriously, look forward to it.

Great to be back, and I'll see y'all in chapter two! :D