She stared at her tea and thought about it.

And it wasn't like anything else, because it was everything, and it wasn't like the sky wasn't blue that day, but it looked different.

And she had that stupid grin on her face, and her eyes were actually shining, and she felt this was the place, her silver lining, when everything would change for the better.

She is following the yellow brick road, and she's making my way to Oz—the emerald city.

She's making strangers her friends, bringing life to the tin men, giving brains to scarecrows when it's the lions who are scared…but tonight, they are emerald kings, and the magicians can't refuse them, the dark witches won't confuse them, over the rainbow, wait for her.

This time it's not a dream.