.He gave him the piece of paper she had been waving, and it gave him a shudder. It was a manila colored envelope, with a red seal in the shape of a skull. He flipped it over, and shockingly discovered it was addressed it him. He shot Elphaba a hard glance for reading his personal mail, and she muttered "It looked suspicious! I had to know what was inside. Someone slid it under the main door a few hours ago."

He pulled out the piece of paper inside, the print on it written in a neat, red font. It read:

Dear Monsieur (was he French?),

I am surprised you of all people would not have discovered by now that your beloved Glinda is not away still on her own free will. I currently have her under my personal possession, and if you, or anyone else wishes to see her ever again, go at once to the Opera Populaire in Paris, France. You better hurry Monsieur, you mustn't keep your lady waiting.

Yours truly,

OG

Boq just stared that that letter for a while. Who is this world knows who we are, and why would they take Glinda? Who would do this, and for what possible reason? Who is this OG?

Boq looked up. "Pack your things up Elphaba, and tell Fiyero to do the same; we're going to France."

They were ready within a few hours and ordered a cab. After they bid their farewells to Frederick and his crew, Frederick brought Boq over to the side and began to whisper to him, "Boq, I have something for you."

"For me? What is it?"

Frederick looked around to make sure no one was watching, and after confirming they were truly ignored, he put his hand in his pocket and retrieved two syringes, one filled with orange fluid, the other with purple.

"The reason I took a blood sample before the surgery was for my own purposes. I thought to myself, would there be any use in a person possessing skin and bodies of straw and tin. Well, you cannot get hurt or feel pain, so I began work on developing some sort of advanced armor of sorts, in which a soldier would inject this solution, which contains only reanimated tin and straw cells of you and Fiyero, which would attach to their own cells, making them tin men and scarecrows as well. My main goal was to make the effect temporary, but I could never figure it out."

Boq felt a little violated, but forgot his contempt with the professor when he thought Frederick was just trying to protect people. "Why are you telling me this professor?"

Frederick sighed. "I have heard horrible rumors about a bloodthirsty "ghost" that dwells in the Paris opera house. About 10 years ago, an incident happened with this little soprano, and there was this fire, and I don't really know the whole story, but they never found this guy. It is said he still lurks in the rebuilt opera house. While these "hauntings" occurred, there was a grand total of 17 "accidental deaths". I'm not saying he still lives there, or that you are in any danger, but it is a little suspicious that this little soprano he captured 10 years ago looks a lot like Glinda."

"I still do not get what you are trying to tell me, doctor."

"What I am trying to say is that if there ever comes the time, when you or Fiyero, or anyone's life is in danger, or they are on the brink of death, an injection of either solution, will save them immediately. But…"

"But what?"

"But if one would take the solution, I will not be able to turn them back. Unlike your original condition, where your living cells were put in a dormant state, and your tin cells were animated, this new condition causes the tin cells to attach onto the living ones, merging the DNA patterns together; this procedure is utterly permanent."

Boq stared solemnly at the vials; permanent? He took the vials from the professors hand, thanking him, but had absolutely no intention of using them; why in the world would he give up being human for being made of tin, even if he was dying.

They all got into the cab, waving goodbye to the people who had treated so kindly, and as the overweight cabby yelled, "To FRANCE!" and just as the horses began to trot off, and man ran in front of the carriage, causing the horses to rear up on their back legs, tilting the carriage backward.

The out of breath man walked over to the side of the carriage and stammered to Boq, "I-I-I am so sorry, Monsieur! Did you say this cab is going to France? I was walking down the lane and I thought I heard your cabby say that, is it true?"

"Why, yes it is. Are you going to France as well?"

The man smiled with relief. "Yes I am, and every cabby I have tried to hire refuses to take me there because of the distance. May I share with you all?"

Boq glanced around his group, whom all nodded, and Boq said to the panicking man, "Welcome aboard! What is your name sir?"

The man smiled again and hoisted himself into the cab. He was a very attractive man, with medium-length blonde hair that laid perfectly on his head. Boq noticed a bit of jealousy in Fiyero's eyes when Elphaba blushed as the man kissed her hand. The man sat down and smiled at all of them again.

"My name is Raoul, the Vicomte de Chagny."