The Scarecrow King glanced at the Lion Sorrowfully. "I'm afraid, my dear friend, that there is nothing we can do. Her mind has moved back onto her own world."
"Dorothy is in a mental hospital!" protested the Lion, rubbing his nose. "Surely we can do something?!"
The Lion stared at the glass coffin, where the coma induced Dorothy lay, the sleeping Toto lying across her lap. She had aged, but was still beautiful in a haunting way. She must have been nearly eighteen now. She had been asleep for almost eight years. She looked exactly the way she did in his dream. Gaunt, hollow, lifeless.
"It's hard to believe Lion." The Tin Man said. "You know what Glinda said."
The three of them paused, thinking back to that day …
"There's no place like home!" Dorothy had shouted with happiness that one last time. Her eyes flickered for a moment, her mouth widening in confusion. Her eyes began to glaze over as she lost consciousness. Her knees buckled and she fell to the floor. The scarecrow, having predicted that she was going to fall, caught her just seconds before her head hit the wood planks of the platform.
"Wha-What happened?" The Lion asked, kneeling down.
Glinda smiled, her ruby lips rubbing against each other subconcously. "She's gone home to Kansas."
The Tin Man glanced at her. "She isn't, she's right here."
Glinda shook her head. "Only her body. Her mind has gone back to the body in Kansas. She'll probably wake up in bed, having been unconscious for a few weeks. Her family will tell her so."
The scarecrow brushed back Dorothy's hair for her forehead. "I don't understand."
Glinda placed a well manicured finger on her lips. "Well, let's put it this way. Before you met her scarecrow, before I met her, before anyone in this world met her, she was lying unconscious somewhere. When the Tornado hit, she fell unconscious, where her mind quickly warped her here. It was for her own protection, a human defence system. The mind warps between world when the body is in danger and/or unconscious. Well, the house was drawn in with her. She's a powerful little vixen. I doubt any other girl could do what's she's done-"
"What do you mean? Created?" The Tin Man asked, rubbing his forehead.
"Well, when a human's mind is warped to another place, it creates a few of the nearby things to go along with her. Usually it's msall things. Likethe clothes they're wearing, things in pockets, maybe, if the person is exceptional enough, another human being. But Dorothy has brought an animal, a whole house, furniture, everything in the cabinets, food in the kitchen. She would make a supremely powerful sorceress-"
"That doesn't tell us if she's alright!" Grumbled the Scarecrow.
Glinda laughed. "She's fine, do not worry. When she truly needs you, she'll move onto this world."
The Scarecrow King glanced at her paling body inside the glass coffin. "Do you think Glinda will know what to do?"
"Course I do, you silly King, you." Laughed a friendly, familiar voice behind them.
Glinda proudly stood beside them within a few seconds, and stared at Dorothy's face.
"There is something you could do. You could bring her here. She's… She's dieing in her world. Mentally, she's fading away, her innocence quickly turning into darkness. But, if I do bring her here, out of her own will, there will be a cost."
The Tin Man stepped forward. "Anything, anything to save her!"
Glinda nodded. "So be it from your part, Knight of Oz, but have you considered the kings?" She said, casting a glance at the King of the Forest, the Lion, and the King of Oz, The Scarecrow.
The Tin Man glanced at his comrades. They nodded at him, and Glinda frowned.
"So be it." She whispered. "She will awaken soon. I suggest you prepare bigger clothing for her, a fresh bath and some food. By the look of her, she hasn't eaten in days, maybe weeks. Oh, and prepare her for a long talk, You need to tell her everything."
And with that, she cast one sorrowful look at Dorothy, at the two Kings and the Knight, and left them with their happiness.
