A lot had happened from where you came from to right now. A hurricane had arrived to your land, but instead of destroying your house, it picked it up like it was a dollhouse and safely threw it back to an odd, whimsical land. At least you had a friend with your Cake Hound.

When the citizens of the land, Sugar Gnomes, drew near the house where you were standing in the doorway, they paused and whispered among themselves, as if afraid to come farther. But a Cookie walked up to you, made a low bow and said, in a sweet voice,

"You are welcome, most noble Sorceress, to the land of the Sugar Gnomes. We are so grateful to you for having crumbled the wicked Witch of the East, and for setting our people free from bondage."