"You're the Wizard's daughter and he wanted to know if you were safe and I said yes and then he asked, 'Why hasn't she been seen anywhere in Oz?' So, I shrugged and said, 'Maybe she's hiding somewhere to plan her next move in Oz.' He glared at me and Madame Morrible asked, 'But then why did she strike in Munchkinland steal all of the food out of her family's home?' I gasped—faking shock—and he said, 'Don't lie to me, Glinda.' So, I took a deep breath and mumbled, 'Congratulations, Grandpa.' He stared at me and said, 'I'll kill him—I'll kill the man who got my daughter pregnant…' Morrible interrupted and said, 'What if she married him?' 'If she did, I'll let him off. If not, he dies,' the Wizard threatened. Then I said, 'While, we're on the topic of Elphaba, she is married to the father.' He sighed with relief and said, 'You're dismissed, Glinda.' I ran off, intending to come warn you when I ran into Fiyero. 'Glinda, I love Elphaba,' he said. 'I'll claim the child is mine and I'm married to her.' I kicked him and snarled, 'You stay away from her—and her baby.' Then I ran, and the only way to make sure I'd lose him was to cut through Zira's territory…"

"Did she hurt you?" I interrupted.

She shook her head and said, "But I'm not sure about Fiyero—I lost track of him after I slipped through the Outlands."

I nodded and said, "I can't go back to Oz—not for a while. Mels will go on her first hunt when she's sixteen. Then we—you, Mels, and I—will return to Oz where she'll finally meet the Wizard."

Glinda nodded in agreement.

Then Mels came over and said, "Momma, tired."

I smiled and said, "Come on, Glinda. Let's get our daughter and ourselves to bed."

Glinda smiled and we tucked our daughter in, using my old cloak as a blanket. "Night, Momma," Mels whispered sleepily. "Night, Momsie."

"Goodnight, Mels," I whispered.

"Goodnight, Melena Sarabi," Glinda whispered.