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As soon as Deidre was away, Melrose wasted no time in wiping her mouth. She spat with disgust and glared past stray strands of red at the empty space Deidre once stood. Hearing a mixture of hoots and chuckles, the witch turned her head and saw a few flying monkeys perched on a cracked glass tree, trying hard to contain their laughter as they stared at her. Raising an eyebrow, the witch followed their gaze and gasped at the sight of her upper body's unmentionables revealed. Turning red more from anger than from humiliation, the witch covered her body with one arm and outstretched the other to where the city still remained intact, Melrose screeched out Deidre's name with fury and venom dripping in her voice, a voice so cruel and enraged that it made the army of flying monkeys stop their search and begin simply destroying the city.

Meanwhile, Trenton held Dorothy in his arms, panting quietly as his ears twitched from the ruckus outside. He had no doubts that the city would meet its demise by the end of the day, and though it was a sight the city was used to, he still felt pity for its people. Looking back down at Dorothy - or at least facing where her voice came from - he held her tighter. "It's okay," he whispered reassuringly. "I'm here. I'll protect you." As he held her, he couldn't help but wonder where that cocky cyborg was.

Still enraged, the witch screamed orders at her pets, sending them to hunt Deidre instead of search for Dorothy. She could always find that brat later.

Feeling the tears against his body, Trenton couldn't help but hurt. He stroked her hair gently and rested his chin atop her head. "Just because you can't see doesn't mean I can't either." he lied. He couldn't see in the dark, but his senses helped him much more than how Dorothy could.

Trenton could feel Dorothy's warm breath grow warmer as the grew closer. His own breathing quickened in pace as did his heart as he realized what she was trying to do. His lip was quivering from nerves, but he wouldn't protest her approach. Before their lips could make contact, right as he was sure he could practically feel hers, the doors of the basement shuddered, the shrill shriek of a monkey accompanying it. Trenton quickly pulled away and looked to where the doors were, his grip on Dorothy protective as when they were confronted by Melrose. He looked at the shuddering door, fearing that they had been discovered, but the door quickly stopped shaking and the monkey's cries grew distant. It had most likely just landed there and flew off to its next destination.
After a few breathless moments, Trenton lifted his ears and focused on the sounds outside. The screeches had gone, same as the sound of buildings being shattered. Hesitantly did the inu let go of Dorothy and reach to the doors, opening them as slowly as possible. He peered out cautiously, and when nothing jumped out to surprise him - albeit a piece of the porcelain ceiling that fell off and hit the ground - he climbed out and stepped out of the remains of the teacup.
"Oh god..." he breathed as he stood limply out of the building, taking in his surroundings. The monkeys had gone, but the entire city was destroyed.

Trenton wandered a few feet away, gently pushing aside shattered remains of glass with his foot. "No... They can't be dead." he said slowly, unsure of whether he was telling Resin that or himself. "Chinatown always broke, especially during a storm." he said, recalling having broken a building himself when he was a kid. Purely an accident, of course. "They can't all be dead.... can they?"

Turning at the sound of Dorothy's scream, Trenton was almost tempted to chuckle at the scene she made. He would've, too, had it not been for what she was holding. Curious, he wandered towards her and peered down at the object in her hands. His eyes widened when he recognized it. "Oh no..." he whispered and looked around, wondering just how many people suffered from the Witch's ambush. "She's gone too far this time..." the inu snarled, clenching his fist in rage. He was so furious about what the Witch had done, but he wasn't as angry with her as he was with himself for only hiding when he could have helped families hide. How many people could have survived with his help?

With Dorothy against him, Trenton quickly calmed himself down and sighed, resting a hand on her head comfortingly. "He'll fix this." he promised, remembering the legends about the Wizard. "He's... He's got to." Looking up, Trenton moved away from the girl and pushed aside more shattered remains of the glass city until remnants of the yellow road showed. "Here's the road," he muttered under his breath then looked up to see where the road could lead them to. "But where's Deidre?"

His ears straightening when he heard the familiar voice, Trenton spun around and saw him trying to warm Dorothy up. Seeing her shiver like that made the inu feel bad, and his ears lowered to the side of his head to emphasis it. He had been so horrified by what had happened to Chinatown, he completely forgot about her lack of clothing.
"It should be around Resin." he answered and looked over at the crying lunatic.

Taking the time to think, Trenton looked over at where the yellow road traveled and to all the areas it branched off to. He saw a forest, and through it he saw parts of what could've been a castle. "How about Glinda's Castle?" he suggested. "She usually has it open for people in need, even when she's not around." He turned back to the group. "And I'm sure she'd be more than happy to rent out a room for the girl that got rid of one of the Wicked Witches."