Chapter 11

Death, such a strange thing. How is it possible to die if you're not really alive? Not even really human. Not human at all actually. And how is it possible to forget something like that? Questions, that defined his existence at the moment. But he didn't seem to be able to answer any of them. What had happened to his Degree of Thinking? It wasn't there tucked inside his chest like it used to be.

It was so dark, death. It was so dark, and so lonely. But there had been someone there. Someone was waiting for him. But he didn't know who. Or what, rather. For he was pretty sure it hadn't been human. And it was bad. It was really bad. Oh well, better not think of such grim things. Always look at the bright side of life, right? Anyhow he wasn't dead now, and that was good. But where was he? He was standing on a red brick road, but not the regular red brick road. There seemed to be a third brick road. He had never known that.

A new thought had just crossed his mind. What if this wasn't Oz at all? He had been in Oz ever since he was stuffed, and he had even ruled it for a while, and he had never heard of a third brick road. And Dorothy had been from another world. Maybe this was Kansas? No, probably not. He couldn't imagine Dorothy living in a place like this.

It would have been nice to see her again though.