Elphaba sat on top of the coach and let the wind whip her silken hair around her face. Rush Margins had long disappeared into the distance along with her old life. Nessa sat inside the coach with her father. Her fair skin needed protection from the sun and the breeze. Elphaba chose to sit atop the battered coach among the luggage and watch the sky. It did not matter if they called her weird for it this time, because she would never be coming back. She inhaled a breath of clean air through her nostrils and admired the miles upon miles of cornfields stretching out along the path in every direction except forward.
The sky was grey and lonely and it was early in the morning. The train station was lit by scattered lamps and the faint dawn light. Nessa sat in her chair next to the bench where Frexspar and Nanny sat. Frexspar was picking at the hems of his jacket and Nanny was snoring softly. Nessa was engrossed in some work of religious literature and could not be bothered. Elphaba sat at the edge of the platform on top of her only bag. Her hat was sliding off head, her braid had come loose, and her glasses rested precariously on the edge of her nose as she hunched over a dusty tome. Suddenly, the train whistle could be heard in the distance and Elphaba jumped off her suitcase and tucked her book under her arm. It wasn't until the train roared closer that her family, or whatever it was, roused themselves and began their goodbyes. Elphaba walked to the front of the platform in solitude and boarded the train to Shiz University without looking back.