Elphaba snuck in, trying to be silent so as not to wake Galinda. Finally, exhausted, she crawled into bed, and Galinda merely yawned lazily and turned over. Just as she was drifting off, she heard a horrible scream, tearing her awake. She struggled, but couldn't move, a weight on top of her, tangling her and keeping her prisoner. At the point of panic, she realized it was only Galinda's arm, and she shook the girl awake. Racing from the room, she thought to herself how very tired she was of screaming now. Nothing good ever came of it.

She flung open the door, stepping into the hallway that was already filling with her fellow visitors. The sight that greeted her was only more confusing than before. A creature with a green avocado-like face and fuzzy pink feet was barreling down the hall. She leaped back before she recognized it as Pfannee. "Pfannee, what happened?"

The girl looked at her curiously. "I don't know. What happened?"

"Weren't you screaming?"

She looked at Elphaba as if she'd gone crazy. "What are you talking about? I came here because I heard the screaming." Some of the green goo dripped off her face, splatting on the ground.

"Well, but, what happened to your face?"

Pfannee glowered in return, "Nothing. It's my masque. I wear it at night to rejuvenate my pores." She turned away, huffing, "Honestly."

Nessa meanwhile had made it to the middle of the hall, wailing, and sopping wet. "Nessa? What happened?"

Hysterical, she ran for the safety of Elphaba, who barely dodged in time. "Elphie, I don't know, but whoever is responsible is the most villainous heathen ever to cross this earth." The chill from the night air was making the soaking girl shiver so the words came out chattered and altogether comical. She fought the laughter, though a couple of the others did not. Galinda emerged, intercepting Nessa with a blanket to wrap around the poor girl, and they gradually got her to calm. Then Nessa saw the Pfannee's gooey face, screaming all over again.

The redhead crossed her arms, pouting at the reaction she kept receiving. "What? At least I'm not green all the time!"

Elphaba rolled her eyes, turning away only to catch Fiyero staring at her, and she gave him a look of confusion, which he ignored. Finally, she said sharply, "What?"

He looked up, catching her eye and blushing. "Nothing. Sorry." What was his problem anyway? She followed the track his eyes had come from and realized she was still in her somewhat revealing nightwear. Mortified, she dashed into her room to pull on some more suitable clothing. By the time she was decent, the motley crew had retreated to investigate Nessa's room. Her sister was sitting by Galinda on a chair, sniffling pathetically as she wailed about who was despicable enough to target her.

Galinda patted her back, trying to calm the distraught girl, and Pfannee was poking around the wet bed absentmindedly. Fiyero looked down as soon as she entered, and she caught his blush like an epidemic. "So what happened?"

Nessa's voice was cold, "I was cruelly drenched. Do you have any idea what it's like to wake up underwater? It's not pleasant, let me tell you."

Galinda gave Elphaba a meaningful look. "I'm glad you decided to stay with me." The image of that much water falling on her made a shudder pass through her before she could repress it, and Fiyero moved beside her with a comforting hand on her back.

Pfannee asked curiously. "What's everyone making a big deal about Elphaba for? Nessa's the wet one."

Fiyero took over, "Because Elphaba's the one allergic to water. This much would have killed her."

Galinda suddenly gasped. "What if that was the idea?" They all turned to stare at her. "What if the killer knew about your allergy? You were snooping around the body, so surely you found something to implicate them even if you don't realize it. What if they didn't know you changed rooms, and they rigged the water to kill you?"

"That's ridiculous. Why would anyone want to kill me?" Elphaba subconsciously moved closer to Fiyero even as she denied the idea.

Pfannee rolled her eyes. "I can think of a few dozen reasons." They looked at her, but she smirked. "Don't look at me. I didn't even know she was allergic to water. Who's allergic to water? That's like being allergic to air. No offense." She added the end insincerely at the glare Elphaba was giving her.

Nessa sniffed, "But I'm the victim!"

Galinda soothed her, "Yes, dear, but you're alright now, aren't you?" She looked darkly at Fiyero, who had now fully circled his arm around Elphaba's waist protectively. "So who didn't know she changed rooms?"

Fiyero thought for a moment. "Well, you and I did. As did Nessa, and if Pfannee didn't know about the allergy, that leaves…"

Boq entered the room, "Hey. I heard a scream. What happened?" They were all staring at him suspiciously. "What?"

"Someone tried to kill Elphie," Nessa said slowly. "Someone who didn't know she wasn't sleeping in this bed. That leaves you, Dr. Dillamond, and the butler."

He shared a long look with her. "Come on Nessa, you know I didn't…Gah!" Pfannee turned around, giving him a view of her green swamp face, and he scrambled away in fright.

Pfannee sighed, "Why does everyone keep doing that? It's just a masque." Her eyes flicked sullenly to Fiyero, and Elphaba wondered what spectacular display she'd missed while getting dressed. No doubt she was only bitter that her flirting had been hindered.

Fiyero interrupted, "Where were you then? You're awfully late showing up, and you weren't in the room when I got there."

Boq flushed. "Hey, I didn't do anything to Elphie, and I don't know who poured water on Nessa, but I sure know better than to do something that stupid." He crossed his arms angrily, and flopped on the still wet bed only to bounce back up as it soaked through his pants.

Elphaba looked at him more closely. His hair was wet even though his clothes were dry. She turned to Fiyero, whispering the information subtly as the attention was shifted off them to get his reaction. Fiyero nodded, about to whisper back when Pfannee pulled some gloves from the wrecked bed. She giggled, "Who wears gloves to bed? Nessa, there is such as thing as too much modesty." She chucked them away from her, and they landed on Elphaba's arm.

With some quick thinking, Fiyero grabbed them before they could soak through her sleeve. "What is wrong with you?" he demanded angrily, and Pfannee blinked.

"What?"

"She's allergic to water, you idiot. We just talked about that." He sighed angrily, turning to Elphaba. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." She reached for them for the gloves for a second before she remembered she couldn't touch them. "Hey, look at those for me, will you?"

Taken aback, he nodded, picking up the dripping gloves. "What about them?"

"Is that a stain?"

Nessa huffed from across the room, "I know you're a clean freak, but since when have you cared about the cleanliness of my gloves?"

Fiyero understood Elphaba's implication, though, holding the gloves up so they were fully visible, and clearly visible was a large red stain half washed out from the bed's drenching … blood.