The Commander rushed through the shop doors in a panic. He took out his sonic screwdriver and locked the doors, then turned around to see the girl in front of him, he stood there awkwardly for a moment then said “Hello, My name is The Commander, and you are?” he held out his hand.
Amy stroked her beloved cow, stealing quick glances around at the empty animals stalls in the barn; meaning all but one. The cow gave a ‘moo’ of content, nuzzling her hand. During times like these, Raggedy was the only decent company she could get.
“I don’t care if you’re lost; get out before I sick my monkeys on you.” The witch threatened, halfheartedly. She was just upset that no one in Oz cared enough to listen to her about the flying monkeys that she was trying to free or that the Wizard was a fraud. She was just done trying.