It was a normal day in the Land of Oz. The sun was shining on the marshes of Quadling Country, causing them to glisten. Suddenly, a taxi came flying out of the sky into the front yard of a house. Inside were two detectives: Olivia Benson and Elliot Stabler. Their driver was dead. Olivia rolled down the window, staring out at the quagmire that surrounded the taxi on all sides. Her face had an expression of disbelief and scorn as she turned to her partner.

"Where the heck are we, Elliot?" she asked.

"No idea, 'Liv," he said. "It looks pretty deserted around here."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that there isn't anyone to tell us where we ended up."

"Oh, and a house fell from the sky, too, huh?"

"Good point."

The swamp wasn't deserted; it was far from it. A 15-year-old girl was watching the strangers from her living room window. She looked out her window, smirking at the strangers as they wandered without a clue around her front yard. The girl laughed and called her 12-year-old sister to watch with her. They watched, enjoying the blundering of the new arrivals to their homeland, but when the man and woman started walking towards the front door, the girls rushed to hide. The doorbell rang.

"Fabala!" the girls' father yelled. "Answer the door!"

The older girl gulped and went to open the door, fear eating her from the inside out.

Olivia rang the doorbell, hoping that the people in this house weren't serial killers. The door opened a crack.A girl's voice called sweetly through the door. "Yes?" She sounded to be about 10 years old.

"It's Detectives Olivia Benson and Elliot Stabler. May we come in?"

The door opened all the way, welcoming them inside. It seemed as if the door was opening by magic, but Olivia knew better than that.

Olivia grabbed Elliot's sleeve and dragged him into the house. She led him around the other side of the door, but then regretted her actions.

There was indeed a girl holding the door open. She was about 15, and the top of her head reached Olivia's shoulder. She had shiny black hair, a long pointed nose, and angular limbs. Her skin was a bright emerald green.

"Oh my God," Elliot said. Olivia looked at her in pity.

The girl walked out of her hiding place, walking briskly, as if she had someplace to rush to. "Nessa!" she called, "Come greet our guests!"

An old woman walked into the room, pushing a wheelchair. Sitting in the wheelchair was a young girl who looked to be about 12. She had brown hair, blue eyes, and a surprisingly serious expression on her face for a girl her age. She had no arms.

"May the Unnamed God bless you," said the girl.

"Nessa, Nanny, meet Detectives Olivia Benson and Elliot Stabler. Detectives, this is my sister, Nessarose, and our Nanny," the green girl said, not giving her own name.

"Well, that's nice," said Olivia, trying hard to but failing to miserably- smile. "But…"

"…who the hell are you!" finished Elliot.

"Elphaba," the green girl said as quickly as possible. "I'd better go tell my dad who was at the door."

Elphaba stormed out of the room, desperately wanting to get away. She couldn't believe that of all places for these strangers to show up, they had to end up on her doorstep. The world was determined to hate her, and she knew it. But as she tried to hide in the shelter of her room, her father, holding her little brother Shell's hand, stopped her in her tracks.

"Fabala, who was at the door?" he asked.

"Oh, just some detectives from another world that landed in our front yard in a taxi," she replied, "Nothing major."

"Well, I'm going to go greet them, OK." he said. It wasn't a question.

"You do that," Elphaba snapped. She had an even shorter temper than usual on that day. She stormed around her father and into her bedroom. She slammed the door, flopped down on the bed, and started humming a little song she had made up to calm herself down.

"Nessa, my pet!" Nessarose could've heard her father call her from a mile away.

"Yes, Father?" she replied sweetly as he strode into the room with Shell in his arms. Nessa made the introductions.

"May the Unnamed God bless you," said Frex (Elphaba and Nessa's father) the same way his youngest daughter did. Elliot rolled his eyes. "I've come to say something important. Nessarose Thropp," he started in a business-like way, "The time has come for you to make your pilgrimage to the Vinkus. Bring nothing with you, but Nanny may go as well since you can't get around otherwise. Leave now."

"Goodbye, Father," said the little girl.

"Goodbye, my pet," her father responded and gave her a little kiss on the cheek before Nanny wheeled her out the door.

Later, at dinner, Elphaba asked her Father where her sister was.

"The Vinkus," said Frex, "it's her time."

"WHAT!" Elphaba yelled, leaping from her seat. "Are you crazy? She could be killed! Nanny can't protect her, and she can't protect herself. She shouldn't have to go."

"My daughter has the Unnamed God on her side."

"The Unnamed God doesn't give a damn about my sister," she whispered darkly.

"If the Unnamed God didn't care, Fabala," he said softly, as if hurt, "then neither you nor Nessa would've lived this long."

Elphaba rolled her eyes. "You make me sick, Father," she said, but she sat down and continued eating as if the whole conversation hadn't happened. She wasn't paying the least bit of attention as her Father gave Olivia and Elliot permission to stay with them. She was too busy worrying about her sister.

Her poor, helpless, sweet, pretty, always-perfect, spoiled-rotten little sister that she was secretly jealous of.