"Oh no… the blasted cat went with them!" the brothers heard Dorothy exclaim.
Red had been distracted and she failed to chant the spell in unison, which complicated the teleportation.
Blue lights enveloped the trio and one second they were all standing around piles of baggage and camping gears, the next moment they were gone. Including the cat.
Red couldn't remember what happened. She thought something grabbed her in all the blue haze but she couldn't point out if it was her imagination or if it was some otherworldly being of the in between.
The next thing she knew she was plummeting – free falling at constant gravity – towards an unknown island shaped like a crescent moon.
The skies were a beautiful bright summer blue and clouds formed lazily at the distance looking a lot like fluffy cotton candies. If it was any other day, she would have found the scenery refreshing. Too bad this day had to be one disastrous trip.
