>An ear-bleeding klaxon pierces the night, a girl shaken from her dream.
>Sand flies about the base's entire perimeter, the storm beating violently against every door and window. Subconsciously, the girl thinks to call for her mother, but remembers none of the Pioneer grown-ups are in the base right now, out on their exploration missions.
>A massive boom. The roof of the temporary living quarters is battered.
>Malevolent yellow monsters close in. The girl cannot run, only shrink back into the corner of her bed. From deep underground, up floats a silver light that lands upon her cheek, very much like her mother's hand would.
>The girl hugs her mother's storybook tight. She recalls her telling tale after tale. From those gentle passages, she strives to draw some courage.
>The storm curls through layer upon layer of sand. Brighter grows the silver light, which transforms into a gleaming ribbon and gently lifts the girl up.
>Into a silver dreamland she falls. In this cool yet warming reverie, she flies on moonlight, the storm and monsters never to catch up.
You now remember Dorothy's module implying she turns into a good hero that saves people from Originium monsters.