Usually his dreams were visionless, blurry, and yet now, it was as clear as day. He knew it was a dream, how could he not? That gaunt hollow face, once sparkling with life, how could this be real? He didn't want it to be real, anyway.
Lion took a step closer to Dorothy, and yet she still hadn't noticed him. She seemed to be more intent on staring at her hands, and the fleshy pink scars lining her wrists.
"Dorothy, what's wrong?" He asked, kneeling before her.
She was curled up in the corner of the white padded room, which was stained with dried blood and dirt. Her once lively eyes with dull and glazed over as they flickered with pain. Her brown hair was wet with sweat, as well as the limp robes she wore. It clung desperately to her scrawny body, and the Lion could just see how thin she was. He could almost see her ribs, poking out from underneath the robes.
He took a step closer to her, and kneeled before her. She didn't notice him, even when he waved his paw in front of her face.
"Dorothy? It's me, Lion, from Oz?"
He hated seeing her like this. He raised a careful paw to her cheek and caressed it. She flinched away, swearing violently as she struck out at him. He gasped, and leapt away when in one fluid motion, Dorothy rolled away from him to the other corner. He couldn't help but notice that her eyes were like a predator's eyes, sizing him up. She kept them locked on him as she stood up, swaying slightly, but they were still dull, and glazed over. Under her breath, she began muttering the Lord's Prayer, occasionally raising her voice on one or two words.
The Lion watched her repeat over and over the Lord's Prayer, until it died down and once more she stared at the white padded floor.
"Oh Dorothy, what's happened to you?" He said, leaning forward towards her.
At that instant, a man in a white lab coat and a woman in a black dress stalked into the room.
"I thought I told you to keep an eye on her!" He roared wit ha gruff voice, bringing painful memories back to the Lion of his father and his own temper. His fists were clenched at Dorothy turned fearfully to face him. Dorothy trembled as she backed slowly into a corner, whimpering as she sat down.
"And I was, she just clawed at invisible air." She muttered, crossing her arms. She bit her lip.
The doctor rubbed his chin. "Dorothy is the most troublesome girl I've ever had to deal with. Oz, Lions, Tin men and talking scarecrows."
The woman smiled. "Sounds like Neverland."
The doctor gave her a glance. "Neverland?"
The woman giggled. "You know, Peter Pan and all that." She said, walking out.
The doctor gave Dorothy another look, before walking out, saying, "You don't believe in all that do you?"
The lion stared at the door they had come through, apparently out of nowhere, and the last thing he heard was,
"No, I don't, but I would sure like to."