A/N: So you can thank oboefae for this one being posted today, considering the fact that she's sitting on my bed at this very moment and was practically breathing down my neck as I wrote it. She then proceeded to kick me out of my chair and beta it, only to put me back in my chair and order me to post. So I hope you enjoy it!

Band camp is over by the way, and it went amazingly. Even though it was literally about 140 degrees out on the black top for most of the time. And oboefae is still dancing to the fact that she never has to go back. ::turns and glares at oboefae::

Disclaimer: I still don't own Wicked, but thanks for checking.

"That's right, just follow that one road the whole time!" Glinda shouted to Dorothy and her endlessly yapping dog as they disappeared around a bend in the yellow brick road. She slowly turned around, barely holding back her tears. "Oh, I hope they don't get lost," she said to herself quietly, "I'm so bad at giving directions."

Glinda, finding herself at last alone, stumbled over to Nessa's shriveled feet and knelt. She buried her face in her hands and let the tears finally fall as memories slid through her mind. Memories of her and Elphaba, happily walking arm in arm as they walked through Shiz. Memories of Fiyero, gallantly opening the door for them both. Memories of her entire circle; her unbreakable, safe circle.

Which had been shattered into a million pieces.

A/N: Review! And thank you to grey-eyed-goddess who nominated us for the Wicked awards!