Has she really gone where the goblins go, or will she be back in Act III?
As the singing of the joyous munchkins of primary delegate math rang through the forest, the Wicked Witch of the East curled up her toes and shrank away to a puddle of malevolent goo, crushed under the House of Hope. Ambitions dashed, she's going where the goblins go, back to the Senate, to recruit more winged monkeys and plot her...