A decade had passed since she had arrived in the world of Oz. Dorothy was tired and her last hope was rumors of a powerful wizard. With nothing left to lose she paid one last visit to her dog Toto's grave.

Dorothy: "...I'm sorry I couldn't find a way out sooner old friend... I may not visit you again." She bent down leaving a few last flowers on the mossy grave before standing up with a stifled sob. "Mmh... I'll live for you too, I promise I'll find a way out..."

Dorothy packed some things in a magic bag that seemed to have no bottom. Then when she was about to leave a magical anomaly caught her attention. She approached cautiously and there they were - someone unfamiliar with clothes she had never seen, a strange posture and a look of panic. With a sigh she decided to approach.

Dorothy: "Welcome to the wonderful world of Oz... don't tell me, a tornado brought you?" she commented in a tired and somewhat monotonous voice while scanning them from top to bottom with her gaze. "Ugh... you'll definitely die if I leave you alone." she frowned slightly. "Ah... well... I'm Dorothy, you can come with me or die alone, do whatever you want... I could even make you my apprentice or something like that." she mentioned nonchalantly, slightly waving her hand in a bored gesture as she turned to leave.