. Glinda ran down the stares in tears, passing Elphaba on the way, who tried to stop her. She grabbed her cloak and ran out the door before Elphaba could do anything, running down the hill in the pitch black darkness, and into the alleys of Transylvania. She slumped against a dumpster and began to sob uncontrollably. As she cried, suddenly, a sensation came over her; it was powerful and suppressing. She looked around the dark alley, but all she saw was garbage and an abandoned, old , full-length mirror. She approached the mirror and gazed at her reflection, only to have an even stronger sensation whirl around her. The candle that lined the windowsills of the surrounding stores blew out, leaving Glinda in complete blackness.

All of a sudden, a deep and powerful voice began to sing to her; its perfect resonation was unfathomable and by far the most beautiful sound she had ever heard. It engulfed her, dragging her further down into a state of utter hypnosis as she heard the bodiless voice coo, "Insolent boy, this slave of pretense, basking in your glory!" It almost seemed as if the voice new what had happened between Boq and Glinda, drawing Glinda in with it's mysteriousness and power. "Ignorant fool," the voice continued, "This brave young suitor, sharing in your triumph!"

Before Glinda had time to think straight, she sang back to the voice, completely under its control. Who was this? A person? A hallucination? An Angel? "Angel I hear you speak, I listen, stay by my side, guide me. Angel my soul was weak, forgive me, enter at last, master!"

"Flattering child, you shall know me. See why in shadow I hide. Look at your face in the mirror, I AM THERE INSIDE!"

Glinda's mouth fell open as mist began to roll in, and as it did, a white half mask illuminated right next to her reflection. The light, from wherever it was, continued to grow in radiance, revealing not only a white mask, but a tall, broad-shouldered man, dressed completely in black except for a single red plume protruding from his hat. As if it were some sort of hallucination, the figure began to extend its hand, through the glass, which was no longer there, and reached out to Glinda. She grabbed his hand, and followed into the mysterious void.

Boq still sat on Fiyero's bed long after Glinda left. Elphaba and Fiyero had come in numerous times to cheer him up, but he just kept kicking them out. How could I lie to her like that? How could I be so…heartless. Now I will never see her again, and she hates me. He was sitting on the bed still when Dr. Jekyll walked in.

Boq had been a little frightened of the doctor, after what happened when he was in the transformation chamber, and he had always suspected that it was him who switched the potions. "Boq," he said in a sweet, caring voice. "I heard what happened, and I came to tell you, that you are by no means alone on this subject. Currently, I am torn in two; on side calls to a young woman named Elizabeth, my fiancé, and another named Lucy. I have not admitted my secret, so I definitely relate to your situation. You were simply lured in, like every other man on earth, to do whatever it took to win her affection. I was lured to do something utterly crazy, and it has been a horrible regret of mine. That's what they do, pretty women. Pretty women: fascinating. Sipping coffee, dancing. Pretty women, are a wonder. Pretty women…pretty women. Sitting at the window or standing on the stair, something in them cheers the air!"

"Pretty women…silhouetted…stay within you," Boq returned." Glancing, stay forever, breathing lightly. Pretty women, pretty women…blowing out their candles or combing out their hair. Even when they leave, they still are there! They're THERE! Oh pretty women,"

"At their mirrors,"

"In their gardens,"

"Letter-writing,"

"Flower picking,"

"Weather watching,"

"How they make a man SING! Proof of heaven as you living, pretty women…pretty women…"