“Everyone gather around me,” I shout, then glance down at my ruby red slippers as they appear. Everyone does as I say, putting their hands on/through me as just only my feet turn whole and start clicking together. “There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home. There’s no place like—” “Are you fucking kidding me?” Jude barks in interruption, causing my eyes to peel open as I grimace. “Worth a shot,” I tell them, furious with all the false hope movies have given me over these past few years.
