"Skid Row, huh?", Boq said to the group of girls. "Why would Elphaba want to travel here? Uh, I mean…you said you saw a green girl, which way did she go?"
"She and the weird scarecrow-lookin' guy started bookin' it quickly south and then went into that famous flower shop. You'know, that famous Muschnik Flower Shop with that huge flytrap. It's been all over the news."
"Thanl you Miss," Boq said quickly and dashed south down Skid Row. He was amazed at how fast his new mechanical body could run, for he soon was at the famed Muschnik Flower Shop. Oh gosh, this place isn't like Oz, everyone looks kinda like Dorothy and the Wizard, except dirtier and scarier. I might frighten people away and cause a commotion. I have to blend in somehow.
He glanced around him and saw a man in a huge hooded cape sprawled out against a building. Boq wasn't quite sure if the man was dead or just sleeping, but he snatched the cape quickly, put it on, and entered the flower shop.
Though it appeared dirty and unkempt on the outside, it was wonderful on the inside. The walls were draped with roses and other flowers of every kind and color, but the most impressive thing was by far the plant in the left hand corner of the room. It was a elephant-sized flytrap labeled as "Audrey II". As the disguised Tin Man gazed in awe at the giant plant, he felt a tap on his shoulder, which let out a small metallic ding.
"Woah, sir, I think you've been using too much starch in the wash, hehe."
Boq turned around to see a boy, no older then 21, around Boq's age, with a mop of messy brown hair, a large, misshapen nose, and pair of glasses that framed his small brown eyes. "I'm Seymour Krelborne, what can I help you with?"
"Uh, yes. I am on the search for someone, and I assume they had a private appointment with you. The person I am looking for is very distinguishable, due to the green hue of her skin"
At that, Seymour stiffened. His placid eyes narrowed as he said, "Are…are you an Ozian as well?"
At that point Boq removed his hood, which caused Seymour's eyes to widen with fright and his mouth to fall open. "What do you think?"
"Please, this way," Seymour said as he ushered the now once again hooded Boq through a small door in the back of the room. Boq followed Seymour up a winding staircase into a dimly lit room filled with beakers, test tubes, bubbling mixtures, and a small green girl holding a Scarecrow's hand.