The earthquakes had stopped and Wasteland returned to repairing their world after an insane villain tried to destroy it. And although the world was peaceful above Wasteland, the world below was still crumbling. In the Cavern of Devils and Angels, a statue in the Angel's portion of the cavern, that had been carved directly into the wall of the caverns, was crumbling. A good portion of it's head was already gone, but now more pieces were coming off. Every piece came crashing down with a terrible thud that could have been heard above if one was paying attention enough. Eventually, all the pieces from the carved statue lay in rubble beneath were it once was.

This wasn't the end of the statue, the rubble (that had nothing under it before, mind you) started to move and a figure slowly emerged. The figure was a very human female dressed in a magnificent light purple dress with darker purple accents. She looked around, pushing a bit of her black hair out of her eyes, and smiled.

"I'm free." she remarked happily, seemingly to herself. "But I have a job to do."

She looked around until she saw a lone projector where the carved statue once was. The young lady smiled once more before jumping into the projector portal.

. . .

Meanwhile, in Mean Street North, Oswald happily looked over Wasteland's reconstruction. This time, Wasteland was going to be bigger and better than ever, and Oswald was sure nothing could go wrong. Well, he thought it wouldn't, until she came through the projectors. She came out of the projector as if it had spit her out, landing head first into the cobblestone path. Everyone in the area, including Oswald, turned to look at her. Without looking at them, she got up from the ground as gracefully as she could and brushed the dust off of herself. Oswald pushed himself to the front of the crowd that was slowly forming thicker around the lady.

"Hello..." Oswald said cautiously when he was close enough to the young lady. Without even looking at her face, he had a feeling of recognizing her from somewhere. But where? She sort of looked like a princess, but princesses don't come to Wasteland. Well, a small handful did, but they were in Wonderland marooned from the rest of Wasteland. Communication or travel was impossible. Maybe she was a relative of Him. Maybe the one that gave Mickey his name. But... that couldn't be right... could it?

The young lady noticed Oswald and smiled sweetly and brightly.

"Hello." she said breathlessly, as if she had meet her dream idol star.

"Do... do I know you?" Oswald asked her. The young lady opened her mouth to say something, but she shut it quickly with a frown. She wasn't sure if she knew him or not now that she had seen him in person. She shook it off however, and told Oswald,

"I am a Guardian of Wasteland, and I've come to tell you something really important Oswald."

"Guardian?!" Oswald said in surprise. The citizens of Wasteland around him gave mixed emotions of this news as well.

"Yes." the young lady agreed with a smile. "And I..."

Before she could finish, Big Bad Pete was pushing his way through the crowd. He stopped when he saw her.

"What's all the hubbub bub?" he said toward Oswald and the young lady. Then he directed his attention to the young lady.

"Do I know you miss?" Big Bad Pete asked her. The young lady smiled at him, not sure how to respond, but believed she knew him better than how she somehow recognized Oswald.

"I'd imagine, Big Bad Pete. I'm a Guardian of Wasteland." the young lady told him. Big Bad Pete jumped back a little in surprise after realizing what she had said. He quickly rubbed it off and became defensive.

"Well, that can't be right cuz there ain't no way a Guardian of Wasteland would look like..." Big Bad Pete started to say, then after a look from the young lady he quickly rearranged his words to say, "A lovely girlie like you."

The Guardian agreed to this choice of wording better, then asked Pete,

"Where are you hiding them?"

Big Bad Pete stepped back in surprise, but he quickly changed his expression.

"I don't know what'cha talking about there girlie." he told her. "And if you'd excuse me, I have matters elsewhere."

The Guardian agreed with this as Big Bad Pete walked away. She then turned her attention to Oswald.

"Well," she said, clapping her hands together, "Do you know where we could talk alone?"

Oswald nodded slowly, his words of bewilderment couldn't arrange themselves in his vocal cords.