One mile. 1.61 kilometres. 160934 centimetres. 1609344 millimetres. It was amazing how such a short distance could create such a multitude of problems. The ground was rocky and unsteady; the yellow bricks were laid unevenly and dangerously. There were fields of roses and sunflowers and lilies and tulips surrounding the little party as they walked, with blistered feet and metal boots, towards the Emerald City.

River Song had taken off the ridiculous red sparkly heels she had landed in this place in and was carrying them in her left hand, the other was clutching a medium sized white and green disintegrator gun, with only one partition of battery left; enough for one more shot.

It was still boiling, even as the sun was setting behind the purple and grey clouds in the horizon. The rays sparkled and a couple of stars were beginning to dot and coat across the sapphire blue eyes.

For the average healthy human, who was walking slowly, it took around twenty-two minutes to walk an entire mile.

But they were also accompanied by the Tin-Woman who kept rusting and creaking every four to six minutes. So they were three quarters of the way through their journey to the Emerald City and it had taken them a supreme total of an hour and twenty six minutes. Also, River Song had concussion and Rory had been kind of but not really poisoned into going to sleep to either delay their journey or kill him (who had done that? Why? They all had no ideas).

They could see the Emerald City in the distance. The entire city looked like it was on fire – green fire that is. It sparkled like a million tears in the radiant yellow sunlight.

Gah, Amy, the Tin-Woman thought, so clichéd. No one, however, could deny how beautiful the city was, no matter how much of a bad mood they were in.

Amy, who was the main reason for their slow journey, was acting like a walking aid. On one side of her body, hanging onto her left arm, she had a very slightly concussed River Song, who was almost back to her normal self, so almost back that she was planning what she was going to do to The Doctor when she saw him again.

On the other side, Amy was acting as a walking stick for her wonderful husband, Rory, who had recently been poisoned by someone or something and was still extremely tired from his induced doze.

'How much fur…' Amy began to ask, but ran out of voice and oil halfway through. She was really beginning to get annoyed by this whole situation. River, now, wasn't the only one who is now after The Doctor's blood.

River picked up the oil can and sprayed Amy in the knees, arms and face before Amy coughed out, 'How much further? My knees are killing me and I'm getting really hot in this suit.'

Rory blew out,

'It's only another ten minutes or so.'

Amy and River Song groaned.

The door to the city was wonderfully majestic, standing high over one hundred metres high. There was a large, brass knocker displayed obviously on the crisp, emerald door, and River rolled her eyes at how, again, clichéd it was.

Hesitantly, Rory reached out a pale, trembling hand and rapped the handle three times against the green metallic doors. They all jumped backwards in shock when a shutter in the door slammed open sideways and a small, timid face peered through, his leafy green eyes blinking a billion times a second.

River, as an automatic reaction, immediately pulled out her disintegrator gun from her skimpy pinafore's left pocket and pointed it at the little face pointing through the gap in the door. The face disappeared, but not before a trace of fear flashed upon it, and the shutter closed straight away, with a small bang sound. River put the gun away, looked a little guilty and apologized,

'Sorry, he just startled me slightly.'

Amy rolled her eyes, 'Now how are we supposed to get in?' she groaned angrily, attempting to cross her arms across her chest, but got her elbows bent halfway in.

A playful smile crept over River's mouth as she raised her gun again, pointed it directly at the large emerald lock and fired a short beam at the door. It burst and crackled, a few sparks flying off of the door. It opened a tiny bit, and River had no battery left, so she sighed and walked backwards away from the door.

She began sprinting, in cobalt blue socks, towards the door, intending to use her shoulder as a battering ram and Rory yelled,

'River, you've got concussion, don't do that!' Rory yelled, trailing off slightly at the end, as the archaeologist smashed against the door, breaking the hinges completely and causing the door to wobble and then fall, over three hundred foot of emerald glass, onto the marble stone floor and it shattered into an infinite amount of tiny shards of glass. The noise was high pitched and terrible, shrieking amazingly over the silence of the sunset.

Rory clapped a hand against his forehead and ran it slowly down his face. River mouthed oops.

She carefully put her shoes back on, not wishing to step on any glass/emerald and walked through the large gap where the beautiful, shining door had been only seconds previously. Amy followed stiffly and Rory followed at the rear, fumbling with the hay in his arms and chest, feeling a bit embarrassed, flushing in his cheeks. He had a right too.

The first thing that Rory saw was a swarm of green. And then he realized that the swarm of green was actually a swarm of little people.

They were tiny and for the first time in this whole adventure, the world they were in was exactly the same as the book and the film. It was a swarm of emerald clothed Munchkins. Man, they were tiny. But very powerful River found out, as she, Rory and a very mad Amy were arrested and handcuffed.

The cell was probably the only thing and place in the entire city that wasn't green or had even the slightest shade of it embedded somewhere. Instead, it was brown, the colour of the bark on a tree trunk on a chilly winter's eve.

River was pacing back and forth, back and forth, and Rory was sat, on a small prison bench with his head in his hands. Amy, however, was stood in the right hand corner of the room, utterly frozen. They had taken her oil away when they had been arrested. They had also taken River Song's gun (which wouldn't have been any kind of help anyway, it was out of juice, needed some time to reboot), which she was not happy about.

'Well, what do we do then?' Amy murmured in frustration, allowing herself three seconds to speak before her throat closed up entirely. Rory lifted his head up, but offered no answer. River completely ignored Amy, she was checking her arm and pulling little bits of glass out of her skin, each time drawing the tiniest bit more scarlet blood. She had a headache, a huge bloody headache. She had never had concussion before and didn't really understand that she needed to lie down. A sense of dizziness shrouded her blue eyes and, without so much as a groan or whimper, River fell to the floor and collapsed for the second time that day.

Amy's eyes widened in alarm, but she couldn't move at all to help the professor. Rory ran across the cell to River Song's lifeless body and pulled out some more hay and stuffed it behind her head.

Amy was shocked by this; she had never seen River so defenceless as this before, such fragility showing on her face. However, the Tin-Woman had noticed something else.

'R-r,' Amy grunted, trying desperately hard not to start choking, 'l-lips-s.'

Rory looked confused for a moment, but then saw what Amy was grunting about. When she had fallen, a small golden tube had tumbled from her other pocket. Rory picked it up,

'Lipstick? What's this for?'

River snapped open her eyes as quickly as they had closed, they were bloodshot and she could feel her wound in her temple reopening and trickling blood down her face.

'It's hallucinogenic; give it here.' She said kindly, pulling herself up on Amy's strong, metallic arm, amidst Rory's confused cries. He had never seen anyone before with concussion wake up and then recover this quickly, to then collapse again two hours later.

'I've got an idea,' River smiled sassily and vivaciously. She applied a thick coat of the plum coloured lipstick and yelled through the bars of their prison cell,

'Excuse me! My friend had collapsed in here!'

She tried to make her voice sound helpless and desperate, kind of damsel-in-distress, and within eighteen seconds a man, that was indeed not a Munchkin (too tall) came running with a large gun. River had motioned to Rory to lie down and pretend to be out cold. And when the guard arrived and saw Rory, he stepped closer to the bars of the cell that River Song was so used to, and was at once pulled into a chaste, quick and rather startling kiss on the lips. River made it as short as possible and chuckled to herself when the guard stared in bemusement, looking kind of distant.

He handed over the chain of keys and River unlocked the door from the outside, after a few seconds of fumbling around trying to find the lock. She kicked the door open and was about to leave when Rory, who had remained silent on the floor, sat up and piped up,

'River, what about Amy?'

But River had disappeared; for the time being.

Rory looked around in anxiety, staring first at the empty, lifeless guard and then out into the darkness of the prison cell corridor. Suddenly, something was thrown out of the darkness and landed at Rory's feet. He smiled and so did Amy's eyes. It was an oil can.

'You know, I always imagined myself being a secret agent, but never when I was dressed in three tonnes of tin,' Amy muttered darkly through silver lips, as she, Rory and River hid behind a pale emerald carriage where the horses kept changing colour.

'Now, The Doctor should be in that hall just over there,' Rory murmured in hushed tones.

When they escaped from their cell, the group had decided it would be best to go and find The Doctor. There was no one left in this story (save the Lion, who had just not turned up. Lazy thing, probably dozing in the jungle) apart from The Wizard; and obviously he would, was going to be The Wizard, the clever, self-righteous one who stayed in the Emerald palace when everyone else was being attacked by Sontarans (and they still didn't know what they were doing there).

Whilst the other Munchkins (who, in Amy's opinion, were still absolutely adorable, even after the arrest) were still cleaning up the remaining shards of glass. They looked rather disgruntled, their blonde and brown hair shaking everywhere and the men's moustaches quivered and fluttered when they all breathed out. But they were still singing merrily.

The trio ran very quickly, Amy lagging behind, but now only slightly, over to the large oaken doors before anyone turned and saw them.

Rory, who was holding the chain of keys, picked out the one that looked most likely to be the correct one. She was saving the beams that had now built up inside the gun after some time for The Doctor. She wasn't going to shoot him, just scare him a little bit.

Luckily, the key they had picked was correct and together, the too-short-pinafore Dorothy, the half-stuffed Scarecrow and then the again, rusting Tin-Woman strolled impressively into the grand hall, spotting The Doctor at the end of the hall, who was fumbling around with a sonic screwdriver and hadn't even noticed the arrival of his three companions,

'Hello Sweetie.'

The next chapter is when everything gets rounded up. And The Doctor sees River Song for the first time in her Dorothy outfit. ;)