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I Think The Phrase Is Not In Kansas Anymore

The trio slammed into the floor with an extreme force. Sicillian groaned slightly, lifting her head to get a look at her surroundings. They found themselves in an abandoned, circular room, walls built of mossy, decaying stone. Ivy coated every surface, a broken throne sat upon a plinth next to a deep pool that they had just been flung through. She blinked slightly, looking up. The moon had a face. The moon had... A face?

This had to be Wendimoore.

"Are we... We're not dead!" Todd yelled triumphantly, jumping to his feet.

"I can't believe that actually worked!" The Hollistic Assistant accepted the hand up he offered her, dusting off her jeans slightly.

"Holy shit, Sissy, we're in Wendimoore." He breathed with wonderment.

"Somehow..." She trailed off, turning on the spot in awe, transfixed by everything she saw. It was, for lack of a better word, magical. "Dirk, are you okay?"

"Define okay." The brit mumbled, face pressed against the ground. The man in the red jacket seemed to be making no attempt to get up.

"This is incredible." Sicillian spoke from the entrance to the building they were, seeing densely packed forest beyond.

"It's not Wendimoore."

"What?" The ex bellhop turned to the detective in confusion.

"This is a portal, Todd. We could be anywhere. This could be Miami." He said flatly, pulling himself into a kneeling position. The brunette woman walked back over to the two males.

"This is not Miami." The shorter man said with confidence.

"I believe the idiom refers to Kansas, actually." The green eyed American smirked at her own joke.

"Stop yelling about Kansas and Miami." Dirk held his hands up in mock surrender. There was a sort of defeated tone in his voice.

"What other fairytale land could this be?" Sicillian asked, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.

"We are in another dimension!" Todd exclaimed, gesturing with excitement. "Come on, if this is Miami, I'll buy you whatever drink they're known for."

"We don't have any money." The female assistant pointed out as she followed him to the exit.

"We'll figure something out. I'm on an FBI watch list, I'm beyond caring about petty theft at this point." He said nonchalantly.

"Fair." She shrugged. The Americans turned back to the brit, who remained resolutely sat on the floor, showing no signs of moving.

"Where are you two going? What, pray tell, is your plan? The boy is dead." Dirk's face contorted slightly as they walked back over to him. "I was to find the boy, and I did, and I got him killed. Along with all those people at the hospital." The two that were standing shared a frown.

"That wasn't your fault." Sicillian offered him a hand up that he refused. She drew it back, slightly hurt.

"Suzie Borten was looking for me. If I hadn't been there, nobody would have been hurt."

"She was looking for me too," The brunette pointed out, "And I know you better than for you to share me collectively in the blame, so by that logic, it's not your fault either." He didn't have a response for that.

"And that man, Mr Priest... I-I've met him before. He kills people." The Hollistic Detective said bluntly, taking off his jacket.

"Can we maybe not... Mention him?" The green eyed woman winced slightly, thinking of her time as a child.