Miss Sara Belle Fontaine sipped her mint julep. Learning the mojo woman was her sister had given her a sense of completion; a belonging she'd never felt really when being raised in the bosom of the Judge's family, for all that she was so grateful to them.

She knew her destiny was opening before her; a destiny filled with infinite possibilties. But, she also knew the lingering effects of the past few days' whirlwind of happenings, strange sights, and mindbending experiences had left her drained and vulnerable to sinking into the languid oblivion the mint julep promised. With that in mind, and with the blessing and urging of her wisesister, shebravely clicked the heels of her newly acquired ruby red slippers together and thought, "There's no place like EnWhyCeeEffTeeTeeEss, there's no place like EnWhyCeeEffTeeTeeEss, there's no place like....." And, in a thrice, she found herself tucked up cozy-like in a soft, downy bed, surrounded by soft pastel walls, with another occupant in the bed next to her, slightly odiferous, but with a beatific smile on his sliumbering face, a kindly attendant sitting beside him, intoning a mantra of "It'll be alright old chum, the Skiffler says so." And, as she closed eyes in a sigh of contentment, somehow, Miss Sara Belle just knew it would be alright.