When she’d last been in Oz with Tin and the others, he’d been quiet and sulky, but nothing like this. It was as though he was jaded now. And when his stone heart had become a live, beating organ, he’d even cracked a smile at her before she’d left. That perfect smile had remained with her while back in Kansas, the one she’d always sworn to herself that she’d see again. There were no smiles now.
