Elphaba paced back and forth around her little holding cell. It was much smaller than the one she and Fiyero had shared. She was glad to have the little bench in the corner. She was fairly sure she was only being fed because of Glinda's insisting. She was once brought a bit of water. She stared at her complexion, barely remembering what she looked like. Dirt and grime almost hid her green skin and her long black hair was horribly knotted. She cursed her own feeble attempt at vanity.

She wondered where Fiyero was. She wondered if he was alive. She thought of her sister-did Nessa know she was alive? Did anyone? Did it matter?

Of course, what she was sure of more than anything else was the fact that sitting in a cell was doing nothing for anyone.She couldn't stand admitting she was wrong or that she should have kept herself safe, but surly death row was doing nothing.

Eventually, Glinda slid away from the guards and came to her alone. She handed her former roommate a green apple and said, "You look horrible. This'll make you feel better," as she passed it through the bar.

"Thank you. I think."

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" Elphaba was exhausted.

"For knowing things were wrong and keeping my mouth shut."

"I'm sorry for being a reckless fool who, even though she has help, can't seem to keep herself alive."

The smiled at each other then. "Oh Elphie.."

"Glinny.."

"Oh, Oz, we're going to be two blubbering ninnies and I'm not even dead yet."

Glinda's smile faded. "Elphaba... I have to tell you something. And I don't know how I'm going to do it."

"What is it?"

"Elphie the guards are coming for you at midnight. The Wizard is coming with them..."