I hate it here.
I absolutely cannot STAND your world any longer.
Shortly after I got back to Kansas there was a storm here. Perhaps it was a typhoon — I don’t know. In any case, there was rain.
I am used to keeping the rain away from me with magic, but this…I could not stop it.
As the thunder crashed and the lightning struck, I curled up and watched from a safe distance. I thought only about whether the roof was leaky and the windows were closed properly. I cannot remember another time where my mortality occupied such a large portion of my thoughts.
No one else was scared. Even though storms are unusual here, the news reports have little to say about it. They focus instead on how this storm had been predicted for the last week.
Is this the world I have unwillingly, unwittingly entered?
Several of you have offered to get me home. This is about the only good thing that has happened recently. I need you to try everything you can. I’ll be doing my own research into the matter.
Why not get back the way Dorothy came in, Kansas isn’t called Tornado State for nothing.