"Elphie?" Glinda sat on the girl's bed in the dingy hotel, and tried to forget about the millions of people who had also slept on the bed and their potential un-cleanness.
"Hmm?" She came out of the little bathroom that was attached to the room. She slid onto the bed beside Glinda.
"When he asked us what we would do after we left Shiz... you never answered. Surely you've thought about it some?"
Elphaba paused and bit her lip, hoping Glinda didn't notice. "I suspose I have, but you can never know what will happen, can you?"
"I guess not."
She could tell Glinda wouldn't let it drop. "I'm susposed to be Eminent Thropp. It's not something I want to think about."
Glinda gave her a smile. "It'll all work out, Elphie. Someday you'll be living your life on your own terms- our terms. And one day, twentey years from now, when we're all old and fat, we'll come back as Shiz alumni and see each other for what we were and we'll be happy because we're in control."
Elphaba smiled- she would be living her life on her own terms, but Glinda couldn't be more wrong about the rest of it. "How can we know? How can we know we'll be in charge? Someone's always pulling puppet strings, controlling us. And worse, how can we bare to do that to anyone else? There'll always be some Wizard."
Glinda looked down. "Elphie, it's not so bad. Listen. You're my best friend, better than any of those silly ninnies at Shiz. We- we have all we need. Each other. We'll make it OK."
Elphaba smiled sadly- she had her best friend, and would be loosing her. "I'll always be there, Glinda. I promise. Maybe not litteraly always by your side, but I promise if you need me, I'll be there."
The Wizard was gone, taking the horrid little girl with him. Elphaba was dead. Nessarose was dead. No one knew their names- not anymore. People like Avaric- people who had known them as innocent girls, only a little older than Dorothy was now, they pretended not to. They pretended the Wicked Witches were old crones- not women they had gone to school with.
Glinda lit a candle, Emerald City green. There was nothing left of Elphaba to burry, so she hoped the little memorial would be enough. As she lit it and looked over the beautiful city and remembered the little dingy hotel did she cry. Elphie, I need you now. And you'll never be here again.