“I want to go home,” I whispered. “Please, God, I just want to go home.” I prayed harder than I’d ever prayed before, twisting Melissa’s handkerchief around my fingers. I prayed until I ran out of prayers and then started over again. “Please, I’m sorry. I just want to go home.”
Notice the echoes of 'There's no place like home. There's no place like home.'? Yet another subtle Oz reference.
