"Glinda, it's me. It's Elphaba." The voice said. "I'm alright, I'm alive. I miss you, and I want you to know that Fiyero and I are living in the woods, in Atopia. We're fine, we're getting on spendidly. But we want to see you again. You can't tell anyone about this, not a living soul... or a dead one, for that matter. But we want you to come and see us. We want you to know that we're alright. We have much catching up to do." The voice paused. "Please don't write. We can't risk anyone else knowing we're alive. You should know how to decipher the book I gave you, so if you have any questions, you can send your voice to us. It's called the Scream in a Bottle spell. We live in the center of the woods, at the edge of the town of Locksbin. We live right by a lake, you'll see an old house when you come to a clearing. It's painted dark brown and has a green door. Please visit." Another pause. "P.S. If you'd like to save this message for future referance, please put the cork back on the bottle in ten... nine... eight-"
Galinda quickly put the cork back on the bottle and cried. She didn't know if she should believe it or not. But she wanted to. Oh, how she wanted to. She wanted it to be true, she wanted so badly not to be alone. She wanted so badly to see her best friend. She was going to visit her friend, soon.
Glinda walked that night, right out of her castle and bubble-traveled to the woods. She couldn't risk being seen by anyone, as they'd question where she was going and why. Afterall, she was a public figure now. She told her advisor she was ill and would not tollerate anyone in her room, no matter what. No one was aloud to be in there. If nobody was in there, nobody would know that she wasn't.
She then formed a bubble, hopped in it and was off to Atopia. She knew it was dangerous, it was crazy, it was stupid. It was something Elphie would do if the roles were reversed.
It was now twelve o' clock the next morning. Elphaba was dressed in a lower thigh length, sleeveless dress that was just a tad low-cut. It extended down to her kees in the back and was black. With this, she wore black, heeled ankle boots.
Fiyero was in a white, short sleeves flannel shirt with a collar. Although it was buttoned upout five out of twelve buttons to the top. He also wore brown ankle length combat boots and brown pants down to his knees.
Both she and Fiyero had black sunglasses, they were going to go down by the lake for a picnic.
Elphaba was losing hope, though, that Galinda had recieved the message. "Fiyero, do you think she got it?" She asked him as he made sure everything was in their picnic basket.
"Yes. But you have to give it time. After all, she might not have even believed at first."
Just as they were about to head out the door, their doorbell rang.
Elphaba and Fiyero stared at eachother, they weren't expecting any company today.
Elphaba sighed and opened the door. What she saw rendered her speechless.
There was Galinda, in her little white dress with dashes of glitter on it and matching heels. She looked like she did back at school.
"Glinda!" Elphaba cried and embraced her.
Galinda was immideatley in tears and couldn't believe it was really her. It was true, she was alive.
Wjen they did let go, Fiyero joined in and they all embraced. Standing there, all together, all happy and content. They all loved eachother. And how wonderful they all did feel.
After about ten minutes of emotional hugging and crying, the party let go.
"Glinda, it's you!" Elphaba looked at her only friend. "I knew I'd see you again!"
"I didn't!" Galinda admitted. "This is too good to be true. Elphie, I saw you melt."
"You believed that?" Fiyero asked.
"Yes, I-" It just now registered in Galinda's brain that Fiyero was here, and alive, and looked the same as he did before. "Fiyero?"
"Yes." Fiyero said.
"But, Elphaba said that you were dead!"
"No, I said we'd never see his face again. And I thought we wouldn't. But, after a year of attempts at restoring what he used to be, I finally was able to." Elphaba explained.
"You mean you two planned all of this?" Galinda asked.
Elphaba nodded. "He had a castle, nobody knew of it, we would be safe there. I hid there and he came back for me. We had to flee, if people knew we were alive, they'd make sure we weren't."
"Fiyero, what did they do to you?"
"Turned me into the scarecrow."
"The scarecrow, you mean..." The scarecrow Dorothy had bid goodbye to, the scarecrow she had seen... it was all part of his and Elphaba's plan. "Fiyero, how could they do that to you? To Elphie?"
"It's the way they are." Elphaba said. "Those people believe the lies they're fed, no matter what."
"But, that isn't fair!" Galinda cried. "I miss you, and Fiyero. If I explained that you weren't evil, that you never wanted to hurt anyone-"
Fiyero and Elphaba shared an anxious glance.
"Remember what you promised me?" Elphaba asked. "You promised me that you wouldn't try to clear my name. I trusted you, with everything. Don't make me regret doing that again."
Galinda sighed and shook her head. "I won't."
"How about you come on the picnic with us? To catch up?" Fiyero suggested.
Galinda nodded. "I'd like that."
