"Burned?" the Scarecrow asked in an incredulous tone. "Your entire home? That's terrible! I mean, it being destroyed is awful enough, but by fire?" He really didn't like the mental image that floated into his head after he'd said those words. The Emerald City didn't look quite as lovely and welcoming when it was bathed in flames.

"I... I do want to go back," he said a little hesitantly. "I just don't know how to get there, even if I can get out of this place eventually."