Well, he's travelled the world, why not Oz? He can wind Tick Tock and be silent and therefore thought most wise by Ozma's court and ...um, that's not what you meant, I fear (I don't have cable.).

Or I can see him standing at Shakespeare and Company leafing through the collected works of Kurt Vonnegut with no intention of buying it, when he scents blood, fresh blood, with a metallic taint, and a whiff of after-lighting, ozone and adrenalin. And the scent is very definitely coming from the young man in the trenchcoat walking stiffly toward the Employees Only door.

Or I can so very see Oz watching Crowley pull his sunglasses down, glare at a parking meter, push his sunglasses back up and walk away. And Oz would furrow his brow, see that the meter now showed that there were daisy minutes left of time before violation, shrug, note the name of the bookstore and shuffle off, hands in his pockets.

But maybe that's just me?