Fiyero rushed down the street after the blonde beauty. He knew it was Galinda. Or, wait, after what happened to Dr. Dillamond, she changed it to Glinda. Well, it didn't matter if she changed it to Kathy, this girl he had just followed out of the chapel, was the same girl he knew at Shiz.
"Glinda! Glinda, please stop!" Fiyero looked like a madman, running down the street, shouting at some girl that didn't seem to know him. So he stopped. He stopped running and shouting, trying to look like he didn't just make a fool out of himself. Straightening his starched collar, Fiyero ducked into the nearest alleyway. Despite the filthiness and obscenity of the city streets, he took off his shoes and socks. Feeling the cool ground under his feet, he thought back to the days of his youth in the grasslands. Following his tribal instincts, he emerged back into the streets to stalk his prey.