Glinda tossed and turned in bed that night. How could Elphaba not tell her anything? She wasn't one to cry over things that weren't told to her, her parents had kept things all her life. It was just for her protection, like the way they don't tell you where babies come from until your old enough.
But this…this was different. Elphaba wasn't her mother (oh, thank Oz!) or her father, she was her friend. Her very best friend. But like all families and friends, she had her secrets.
So why this bothered Glinda was odd. If her friend was alive, why didn't she tell her? Why couldn't she just send her a letter or come find her?
But maybe she was dead. Argh, this was so confusifying! Everything seemed to twist and turn. She needed to speak to her therapist about this. They hadn't even begun to help Glinda feel better, she just listened to stories that didn't sound true, but…
She took of for the third time, landing early in the town. It wasn't long before she smelled something burning.
It took her three seconds to realize the horror.
One second. Glinda smelled something and looked up.
Two seconds. Glinda sees two men.
The third second. The last second. Where everything changed.
Dr. Moroson lay unconcious on a stretcher, with the two men she saw pulling him away from the office that was on fire. The entire wall falls on them.
Glinda runs into the fire and into the room that had always been save, trying despretley to save important things. Fire spills in through the open door, as Glinda dives out of it's way. She tries to form a bubble to protect her, but it evaporates too fast.
She opens drawers and finds a box that says "frexspar, 1930"
She grabs it and tries to run, but her dress snags on a piece of jagged wood on the floor.
"Miss Upland! Get out of there!" she hears. The letters fall out of her arms as she tries to free her dress.
One half of a letter goes up into flames. Glinda yelps and grabs them, burning her hand.
They drop through a crack in the floor.
She groans and tries to free herself still, screaming as her dress goes up in flames, too. It's burning her leg.
Oh, it feels like a white-hot whip. She pats it, calling desperatley for help.
No one comes yet.
She pulls and pulls, but he dress says put.
The smoke begins to rise…
The firemen finally get in as Glinda's hair catches fire too, and they pull her out. She watches the letters under the floor board as they dissapear behind the thick smoke.
Glinda can't breathe. She's gasping. It hurts to breathe.
They get her outside into the cool night air, before she remembers one thing.
She left her wand inside.
She blacks out.