"Yeah, no, I don't actually see any dogs here, so we should be -" Max cut himself off suddenly, and his expression went very sad at his mention of a dog. He had a dog. Back - wherever they were. And his dog was fluffy and adorable and missed him probably, and that was just utterly depressing.

But then he found himself distracted by Brooke's decision to steal fruit from the trees. He couldn't actually remember what happened at this part, but he found himself shaking his head fiercely. "Yeah, we should go. I feel like this really isn't a good idea."

He took a few steps across the yellow bricks. "So basically, all we have to do is find the Wizard and melt the Witch and we should be good, right? Unless...!" Max's eyes widened and he snapped his fingers. He had a hunch.