Millicent scratched her head, “Of course I will …I always listen, you know that …even if he does talk backwards.”  Indeed she repeated his words and they were backwards this time…it just made her giggle. “Now lets just see what and who we meet on the way, once the munchkins are no longer here to show us the road…we could go any where.”  Her gaze turned to the scarecrow, or at least who was her assumption of the scarecrow…Avril. “So which way?  Or Will you point us in all directions…as the road as so many paths…”<br/><br/>The Malkavian seemed distracted then, as she watched the bricks of the road head into the distance, with that she tried to slip her arm into that of Ink’s very much in the style  of the Wizard of Oz …she even did a little dance and looked down to her shoes.<em>Yes that’s why I chose my red boots today…</em>Turning to look at the lady Ink Millicent spoke, “So what hides …do you think behind your curtain?” Her smile was innocence itself, she meant no insult. It was merely a part of the story that she had seen …or rather the two stories that had already intertwined.<br/><br/><em>Was the witch the queen…and where was Alice…did they need Glenda or a teapot?</em><br/>