If four worlds are too many i apologize... but my beloved land of Oz needs a Renaissance, in a matter of words. So, welcome, traveler from beyond the rainbow, welcome, to Oz...
(Oh, yeah, and read from the first post)

Enter: Scraps

Scraps twirled in the trees happily, hummming a song she just made up.
Skare walked beneath her.
"Come, my love," he called. She smiled and flipped down.
"Are we going somewhere new?" she asked, wrapping her arms around him.
"In a minute. Do you feel... something odd?"
" Well, I sense that you have a heavy thought in your head," she answered,poking him."What's wrong?"
"... I'm not quite sure. Could you..."
Scraps looked beyond him and concentrated. "We've fallen down the rabbit-hole..."
Skare trembled. Scraps held him, for she was scared too.