Dorothy followed the flickering light until, in front of her, there stood a green outline shimmering in the air, resembling a doorway. “Dorothy,” a male’s deep voice called—one that was all-too familiar. “Dorothy, you need to come back. Now.” It was real. It was real. It was real. She wished Aunt Em and Uncle Henry were alive to see this, to believe her. And she wished Toto was by her side, as he’d been the last time. But even her little dog had passed on to a new life.
