Okay here's a new chapter and I know it may be a bit ungrammatical and misspelled but hey doing it on my own and I'm not the best at catching my mistakes. Maybe that's why they happen so often… so here it is. Also I don't own this and am not making anything monetary out of it. Just a fun piece for fun. And if you don't understand the time line and stuff look in the second chapter of this story and there is a timeline.

Feprer 1985

Munchkinland

Outskirts of Rush Margins

The land is frozen the air is heavy and the trail is bumpy and mushy from the mud. On the trail traveling north from the south area of Oz known to many as Quadling Country; is a carriage pulled by two dark weary steeds. Inside the carriage there is a man dressed in a fine and expensive suit draped with warm cloak. The man was young, of about 25 summers, with dirty blonde hair and piercing ice blue eyes, and his face was tight with frustration. You see five years prior the man took a trip on a balloon and because of some strange magik crash, he landed in a world different from the one he was born in; in that world he was born Henry Summers and to his family and peers as well as some bosses he was known as Hank, a man of 41 years of age.

When he fell into this world not only was he lost but so were some of his years. Not the memories in his mind though the people who help him think otherwise, but the memories that lined his face and told stories. Where once there were creases in his forehead and frown lines on his mouth now there lay smooth pale skin. Although at the moment his expression now held the age he had lost. The reason for his distress and sour expression was the fact that it has been five years and he could still not find the object that had stolen the life he had led and was used to.

Hanks PoV

Tree, tree, water, tree, tree and hey look some more trees. A small sigh escapes me and my eyes close and deep down I start wishing. My eyes open and nope I'm still here. Damn it. It's been five damn useless years living in this backwater country that's still centuries behind the world I was ripped from. It's all those damn senior partners that employed me to find that damn tome that is proving difficult to find. And I've tried a lot of ways a lot of leads and nothing yet. And goodness knows I've tried.

Okay there goes the 'Upland' word again. It starts to tire fairly easy but no one seem to dare to tell the Uplands that goodness is now far beyond their family. The 'Good' man, Grejor, always at the forefront; helping and destroying the competition. Well some of that he owes to me. He took me in and I just opened his eyes and set him in the course that in the end will payoff even more that than his fortune is worth.

Five years ago I crash landed in the wonderful world of Oz and Grejor Arduenna of the Upper Uplands saved my life and decided that I should become his charity project. And well maybe at the same time he did, so did I, no don't get me wrong I didn't want to help him become a better man as I was to be for him. No all he was to me and to my goal was just be my connection here in the strange world so I could find what I was forced to retrieve. He took me home and I met his 'lovely' family. The good wife, Genav, and the adorable pubescent child, Grenavie, the latter; later was taking a place in my heart. Yet something else caught my attention and almost sent me to shock, when he led me to the bathroom to bathe, I caught my reflection. I must have been looking for long period of time because one of his servants broke me out of whatever spell I was caught in. I was caught by surprise but yet again I found the closest thing to a reasonable explanation, the dreaded green elixir must have de aged me. It almost killed me but it gave me renewed life, to everyone I looked like I did when I started working at Wolfram & Hart. And I was happy.

At first he took me in and once I was healed enough we went out into town to look for any clues into my 'forgotten' past and into the book. It was then in the times he took me out to research into my life that he began to teach me about the world that surrounded us. When ever we were in town his wife and daughter would tag along and each in all always pointing things out and blabbing out random facts. The first time I saw an Animal behind a counter in a small shop I didn't flinch but I did stare trying to discern if it was indeed an Animal, as Grenavie kept pointing out and giving of her thoughts on them. Here it seems that like on earth there was magik but it seems that people didn't fear it; they accepted it. These Animals it seems were revered as being myths come to life; folklore that took life. These things are supposed to be myths and they should be kept that way, man should always come at the top, no, I didn't like what they were telling me. At the time every trip into to town, became unbearable but I had to keep my pretenses up, when ever I spoke to the contacts that Sir Upland had working with him to find the book. Well he didn't know that, he doesn't know that to this day. A smile plays on my lips just like it always does when I think of the 'Good' family's good will to help others and to befriend anyone and anything. Okay the smile is gone; it seems that just thinking that my life hanged in the 'paws' and 'claws' of these Animals made the anger and resent come back. Yes I know they're just life beings that walk this earth like demons do in earth, but that's exactly my point. They aren't human. And after a year of dealing with the unnatural creature 'helping' me I knew that my new found youth came with a price; I wasn't going to return to earth for a very long time.

The partners sent me here to find an un-findable and lost book and they tried to give me a trade off. That damn book; for years off of my life. I wasn't pleased. And it was then that I made my choice; I was going to search for that stupid book, but I'm going to make my stay here more pleasurable and pleasant.

The first thing I did was to make to sure my life here would be stable and in order to do that I had to place myself in good tidings with the nice family of Gillikin's. I found out everything I could about them from the servants, from the town's people and from themselves. They had their Norman Rockwell life for the people to see but they didn't let out that because of my dear benefactor was the cause of his brother's death and in turn his parent's death. Well he wasn't directly responsible, he didn't pull the trigger of the smoking gun per se but he was indirectly responsible and he blamed himself nonetheless. I didn't know how to use this piece of news to my advantage without ruining my tentative stay in their home. But the ace fell in my lap when sweet innocent Grenavie let me into the fact that I looked like her uncle; the same deceased brother whom he was feeling guilt over. Good man Grejor really was like the rest of the Gillikin folk he had told me he wasn't like; selfish.

With new found courage I decided to make my thoughts and presence known. The moment he started considering my opinions and ideas of making Oz a better place for the north was when he to started to lose hope in finding my past and because of his guilt he took me under his wing, yet again but this time into the family business. And that's where I made my second mark.

Bringing me out of my thoughts, the carriage stopped so we must have found an inn in this swamped out country. From my travels with Upland I've come to notice that the southern part of Munchkinland is the same as the whole Quadling country. Someone must have gone down and marked an invisible line that separated the two countries's; the Munchkins taking a huge chunk of the northeastern part from the Quadling's.

The driver opened my door and tying the cloak tighter on my body I stepped out and read the name of the low class inn I was to stay in for the next two days. Yes two dreadfully boring days stuck here at the Rush Margins Inn. So what it means is that in my new found freedom of dear Upland I rushed to quickly into going into different cities on my way back.

He had asked me if I wanted to go to Quadling Country to look into the prospect of maybe excavating into the swamps to fish out the new red jewels that seemed to appear. I jumped quickly at the idea of going on the trip. I was ecstatic at the opportunity when he made it known to me that he would be unable to accompany me, but not to far gone was I that I didn't notice shadow of sadness befall over Grenavie's eyes. When her father left I explained that I wasn't happy at my leaving her, but at my having time to myself to find the book so that I could spend more time with her and less time away from her. And yet remembering how she looked at me sends pangs of pain in my heart. Yes the younger Upland did have a place in my heart.

Weeks after she met me for the first time she developed a crush for me. And at first, before I could really pay any real thought to her and her childish attraction to me I believed it to be endearing and another weapon I could monopolize to my favor. And as my stay here became very much more real, more serious with months and years passing her crush developed with her body and my feelings to her grew deeper. Where once I saw a thing to control; I now saw someone I could learn to love. And I did. I fell in love hard. Upland didn't protest and he saw me then, as his daughter and trust to me grew, as a perfect suitor for young Grenavie. The perfect gentleman, and perfect heir to keep his fortune intact, if anything happened to him.

Snapping out of my thoughts yet again I went to the front desk to check in and while that was going on I over heard some of the town's gossips talking about their minister's wife. It seems that people will be the same no matter what world you travel to. When the man who checked me in handed me the key to the room I was about to leave when I heard that the woman was supposed to have been the Thropp second Descending. And from what Grejor had told me about the hierarchy's in Oz this woman left her lavish lifestyle to follow a minister who left her alone often to preach to this backwater town. It seems that I have found my first lead, and I'm sure I won't be leaving empty handed tomorrow.

Arriving in my room I walked to the bed and laid down the only case I carried anywhere and everywhere. Opening it I pulled out a small green bottle and made a plan for when I met the young Governess to be.

Well thanks to those who reviewed i appreciated your input and curiosity. so next time we'll see what Genry does in Rush Margins and more of his thoughts on his life in Oz so far, also why he kept the Green Bottles.