"Fiyero!" Boq called out in the quiet hallway. He tried looking for a bathroom near the party area. But his friend wasn't there. Not finding Fiyero on the first floor, Boq made his way upstairs.

After a while he eventually found the Winkie Prince washing his mouth out. "Are you okay?" the Munchkin asked.

"What do you think?" snapped the other.

"I would take that as a no."

Fiyero groaned and continued washing his mouth.

Boq approached his friend. "I know it's embarrassing..." he began.

"It's not that" Fiyero interrupted.

Boq frowned.

"...I feel like I have dishonored her."

"Dishonored her?"

"Yes. I felt just like Avaric kissing Galinda earlier tonight." He paused then looked up at his friend. "Can I tell you a secret?"

Boq nodded.

Fiyero took in a deep breath. "I love her. Elphaba, I mean. Just like Avaric loves Galinda. But, unlike Avaric, I will never impose my love on any girl—it's not honorable. And, tonight, I went against that honor."

"Fiyero," sighed the other, "wow..."

"You see now? But please: don't tell Elphaba or Galinda. I'll tell them myself; somehow, someway, someday."

Elphaba was cold, tired and lost. She had entered the labyrinth without thinking. But she assumed she must have been in the center since she had come across the fountain. Exhausted, she collapsed in the stone benches next to it. She wasn't sure how long she had been running but it seemed for an eternity.

Curling herself up, she felt she was far away form peering eyes to cry. She was still covered in Fiyero's spit and the scene kept playing over and over in her mind. She could still feel the movement of his tongue on her skin. Tears flowed down her cheeks forming a small puddle on the bench. "Why did I give in to Galinda?" she asked herself, "Surely, I could have avoided this!"

"Elphie?" a soft gentle voice came.

Elphaba looked up to see Galinda stand in front of her with Nessa right behind.

"Go away" the green girl whimpered as she turned her back to the others.

"We can't" Nessa replied, "We care about you too much."

"Then you would let me die in peace."

"Oh, Elphie!" Galinda gasped, "Surely you can't really think that!"

"Why not?" the other sniffled, "I might as well."

Nessa wheeled herself to the fountain and placed a hand on her sister's shoulder. "There's no need for that" she comforted.

The blonde agreed "Nessa's right."

Elphaba wiped away the tears form her eyes. She gave a slight grin. "Thanks."

Galinda sat down next to her roommate. She handed her her handkerchief which Elphaba quickly used. "I'm sorry" she said.

Elphaba was confused. "For what?"

"The dress."

Both sisters frowned.

"The dress isn't yours" explained the blonde. "I took it form my closet. It was given to me by my cousin—a dress she didn't want anymore. Well, it was always a little big on me; I still don't understand why I didn't throw it away. I'm sorry, Elphie!" she tried to fight back the tears, "I thought it would look good on you."

It was now Elphaba's turn to comfort. "It's okay, Galinda" she hugged the other, "I know you meant well."

"But she's right;" Nessa commented, "the dress does look good on you, Elphaba."

The elder sister only smiled. "Thanks."

"I must find her" Fiyero said as he and Boq ran down the stairs. "Just to make sure she's okay and that I'm sorry."

"But she ran into the garden, she could be anywhere."

But Fiyero already was running to the door. "It's a hunt I'm willing to take up."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"No, this is a task I should do on my own."

And thus, Boq was left on his own.

"Elphaba?"

The three girls looked to see Fiyero standing before them. Galinda felt Elphaba's body begin to shake again.

"Fiyero?" replied the green girl.

"May I speak to you?" he looked at the other two, "In private?"

Elphaba gave it some thought then nodded. "You two go back" she instructed to Nessa and Galinda.

"Sure you're going to be okay?" the younger sister asked.

The other nodded.

Once they were gone, Fiyero cautiously approached Elphaba. He wanted to make his apology a painless as possible. "I'm sorry" he began.

"It wasn't your fault."

"No, I have dishonored your and, I'm sorry."

Elphaba was taken aback. All these years she had thought that chivalry was dead. Never before had anyone acted that way to her. "Well," she replied, "that's very honorable of you, Master Fiyero."

Fiyero smiled. "Are you okay now?" he asked.

She nodded, "Still a little shaken up."

Fiyero could see that she was shaking. "You're cold" he observed aloud. Taking off his jacket, he placed it on her shoulders, "Here, put this on. That dress doesn't really cover much." He quickly wanted to take back those words.

But Elphaba understood what he meant. She lightly joked, "You of all people should know."

Fiyero only smiled, thankful that she didn't take it the wrong way. "So," he began, "to show that there are no hard feelings, may I kiss you?"

Elphaba was a little weary. She gave it some thought and replied, "If it will make you feel better."

Fiyero gently pulled her into himself. She felt warm against his body. Slowly their lips met. It was a short kiss, but a meaning one all the same.

"Master Fiyero," Elphaba said, when they separated, "I believe that in this act, you have restored my honor."

"I'm glad" he smiled, "Shall we head back?"

"Lets" the other smiled.

Fiyero took her arm in his and lead the way back through the labyrinth.