I had been dropped here by a tornado, and now I was standing on something that looked remarkably like a road of yellow bricks. This had to be some big mix-up. Maybe Kansas had finally cashed in on the whole Dorothy thing with a theme park and the tornado had just happened to drop me there. In which case, this guy was just a really hot park guide. I stared at him, waiting for him to explain. “Welcome to Oz,”
Guess we're not in Kansas anymore
