Bonnie was intrigued about this old scrapbook. She opened it up again to the first page of the story, there was an illustration, drawn by her grandmother, she assumed, of a farmhouse in the countryside of Kansas. Bonnie herself had always lived in England. Her grandmother had married and Englishman who she met when she was travelling and decided to settle there. Behind the farmhouse, there was a twister and it looked as if it was heading straight for the house. On the next page, the drawing was of that same farmhouse, but this time, it was drawn to be flying through the air. After that, there were very few drawings, just writing, the writing described how the house fell on top of the Wicked Witch of the East and that a beautiful witch named Glinda the Good gave her the dead witch's ruby slippers. It told the tale of Dorothy's three companions, Scarecrow, Tin Man and Cowardly Lion and how they all went to meet the Wizard by following the yellow brick road to get the things they most longed for, a brain, a heart, the nerve and to get home but first, had to get the broom of the Wicked Witch of the West and in the end, Dorothy melted her and finally got home by using the power of the ruby slippers. There were descriptions of all the people and creatures that Dorothy encountered, right down to the last detail of the exact position that the Tin Man was standing in when Dorothy and the Scarecrow discovered him. At the end, Dorothy had written: Everyone told me it was just a dream but I believe that it was real, that the Land of Oz really does exist.

Bonnie could not help but believe her grandmother but in her mind, some things did not add up, despite the amount of detail, there were still unanswered questions.

If the Wicked Witch of the West hated Glinda so much, then why didn't she just kill her? Why did the Wizard pretend to be powerful when he really wasn't? How would it be possible for the Wicked Witch to be allergic to water? Why was she the only person in Oz that was green?

These questions lingered in Bonnie's mind, she thought to herself that there must be simple explanations for them but she wouldn't rest at that, she wanted to know. How she was going to find out she had no idea, she couldn't get to Oz! Or could she? She carefully closed the book, tucked it under her pillow and went to sleep.

The next morning, the first thing that Bonnie did when she woke was to feel under her pillow. There was nothing there. The book had vanished. Bonnie hurriedly got up and searched her bedroom high and low. Nothing. She ran downstairs in panic.

"Mum…have you seen the book?"

"What book darling? Are you alright?" Her mum replied calmly.

"There was a book, in my box of things from the attic, I put it under my pillow last night and now it's gone, I've been searching my room for ages and it's not there, it's nowhere!" She gabbled, tears in her eyes.

"Alright, we'll find it, don't worry. What's so important about it anyway?" Her mum asked curiously.

Bonnie paused, thinking what to say.

"It was grandma's…it was her story about her adventure in the Land of Oz, how her house landed on top of the Wicked Witch of the East and then she met Glinda the Good Witch of the North who gave her the Witch of the East's ruby slippers and then she followed the yellow brick road to the Emerald City to find the Wizard but then she had to take the Witch of the West's broomstick so she defeated her by melting her and then Glinda told her that all she had to do was click her heels together and say "there's no place like home" three times and then she got home and everyone said it was a dream but it wasn't! Oh mum it was all real!" Insisted the over excited young girl.

"How do you know? It doesn't sound like the sort of thing that would…"

"NO! It was real! All of it!" Bonnie interrupted.

Her mum was still convinced it was just a dream but just agreed to keep the peace.

"Alright, alright! We'll find the book."

After nearly an hour of searching for the book with no joy, Bonnie thought of one more place to look. She hurled up the attic stairs and stopped still as she saw the same green light coming out of the book as she had seen the previous night when she opened it. She walked slowly over to it and saw that the light illuminated the page it was opened on. There were two pictures on the page, the first picture was of Glinda the Good and the Wicked Witch of the West holding hands, they were smiling and the second was of Glinda the Good holding the Wicked Witch's hat close to her, she had tears streaming down her cheeks.

"You were friends." Bonnie whispered.

The strange thing about the pictures was that they were a different style to the others, not at all like Dorothy's and the most curious thing was that they weren't in the book last night, Bonnie had read it from cover to cover and they most definitely were not there then. Something very strange was happening. Her eyes were suddenly attracted to another green glow, it lit up part of the attic floor. Bonnie went over and knelt down to look, there was a loose piece of flooring. After a bit of gentle tugging, the loose piece came right out to reveal a box in the gap that it was covering. She lent over and retrieved it and when she opened it, she was stunned to see a pair of sparkling ruby slippers and a note that very clearly read:

There's no place like Oz.