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Dorothy awoke early the next morning to the low rumble of thunder. Both toto and pockets were sound asleep at the foot of her bed. there was a flash of lightning and another low rumble. She began to feel a bit hungry, she decided if she slipped out quietly she could grab an apple and be back in her room. She sighed and went out into the living room. She was surprised to find Madeline, asleep with her head in her arms, and her hat on the floor. Dorothy sighed, picked it up, dusted it off, and was about to set it on the table when Madeline grabbed her wrist.
"Thank you for picking up my hat." She whispered in a sweet tone as she took it from her.
"What are you doing here?" Was Dorothy's response.
"Glinda asked me to help you take your mind off alex, so you weren't sitting around all day moping." Madeline placing her hat on her head.
Dorothy closed her eyes and sighed. She then felt her glasses being pushed onto her face.
"Maddie, I was going to go to Oz later, I came out here for an apple." Dorothy said.
Madeline smiled and grabbed an apple from the bowl. Handing it to dorothy she then grabbed one for herself. following dorothy back to her room she smiled and sat down on the bed. both dorothy and Madeline stretched and yawned in similar motions. This was before they both started on their apples. Eventually both Toto and pockets woke up and looked at the two.
"What's Madeline doing here?" Pockets asked curiously.
"I'm supposed to take Dorothy's mind off alex for a while." Madeline replied.
"I wonder how he's doing anyways." Dorothy said as another low rumble of thunder reverberated through the house.
Elsewhere in Kansas alex was sitting on his bunk in the trailer, listening to the sound of the rain and the ticking of his pocket watch. As the seconds ticked into minutes and the minutes into hours. He began to get bored, he didn't seem tired, in fact he wasn't. he was thinking about dorothy, as well as hoping they didn't find any more of her parent's belongings. However, he eventually heard his aunt and uncle outside moving some things. he sighed, got up, pulled on a pair of boots and his jacket, and grabbing the umbrella he packed he went outside to find his aunt and uncle moving some unmarked boxes into one of their trucks.
"Ah, alex, couldn't get much sleep either?" Mr. Maitland asked.
"I was thinking about dorothy, I can almost guarantee that she is going to moping about." Alex said.
"you really mustn't worry, if dorothy is anything like her parents she'll mope about and eventually find something to do." Mrs. Maitland said.
"I wish people would stop comparing her to her parents, she doesn't like it, and at this point neither do I." Alex said
"alex, we…" Was as far as they both got before stopping themselves.
Alex shook his head and sighed. Before going into the warehouse and grabbing a box that was marked in red ink. 'Knick-Knacks and bric-a-brac', was what it read, he read it aloud to himself smiling. At least some of the adults had a sense of humor and used more or less, nonsense words.
"Alex, if you're going to help come on!" came the voice of his aunt.
"Yes auntie!" alex shouted as he carried the light box out.
As he left the warehouse he was immediately stopped by his father. This surprised him, as he didn't even know his father was up.
"That box, is ours, some childhood memories, some things that all of us shared." He said holding an umbrella over him.
"all of us being?" Alex asked.
"all of us, a memory from everyone, including, Dorothy's parents, it's kinda like our own little time capsule." Mr. Teak said.
"Father, no." Alex said.
"Alex, yes, Em and Henry suggested I look for it at some point, and some point is now." Mr. Teak said.
"Dad." Alex said sighing.
"Son." Mr. Teak said mocking his tone and taking the box from his son and heading back to the trailer.
Alex shook his head. he didn't want to know what was in that box. Memories of what his father was, perhaps even a picture or two of all of them together. However, as lightning flashed and thunder began to get louder he sighed and went back into the warehouse which his aunt and uncle were exiting with now with boxes marked, 'chinaware.' He sighed, and went back into the warehouse. Grabbing another box, he walked out, suddenly there was a bright flash and everything went black.
So, what's just happened to alex? How will dorothy take to the news of whatever happened? Read on to find out.
