Glinda's heels clacked harshly against the marble floors of the palace. She stopped at the door to the Wizards quarters taking a deep breath and grasping the green bottle tighter. Nodding to herself she pushed the doors open to see the fish-eyed horrible Morrible comforting the "wonderful" Wizard of Oz.

"I don't know why you're so despondiary," she said in her thick accent. "I thought it all went quite well! They all seem thrilled to shreds with their brains and their hearts, and all that other nonsense."

Morrible glanced over at Glinda's entrance. Her eyebrow shot upward in surprise. The look in Glinda's eyes made the Madame swallow nervously and she tried to act nonchalantly.

"Miss Glinda! What are you doing here my dear? I thought you would be out festivating," Morrible said with a motion of her hand.

Glinda's nostrils flared slightly at Morrible's silent jeering but she took a deep breath and focused on her goal. She didn't even glance at Madame only stood in front of the Wizard sticking the bottle under his nose.

"This was Elphaba's," the blonde said angrily.

"What's that you say," the Wizard asked seeming a little distracted. He took the bottle from Glinda's hand and gave it a once over.

"It was a keepsake," Glinda continued. "It was her mother's. She told me so herself. I've only seen a little, green bottle like this one other time. It was right here, in this very room. You offered me a drink from it."

The Wizard's eyebrows met in confusion at Glinda's statement. A touch of realization came to his eyes and his mouth dropped open in awe. He shook his head as if trying to dispel a gruesome thought.

"B-but… Oh my lord… I-I," The Wizard stuttered in shock. The words of his song echoed in his mind. I am a sentimental man, who always longed to be… a father…

The fish nodded her head as if this whole mess made complete sense.

"So that was it. That's why she had such power. She was a child of both worlds," she said matter-of-factly.

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz began to cry, as he understood that he had a hand in killing his own daughter. He held his head in his hands as tears streamed down his wrinkled cheeks. Glinda merely stared at him unemotionally looking not at a wizard but a weak, pitiful old man. The blonde gritted her teeth to try to keep stable.

"I want you to leave Oz," Glinda said with spite. "I'll make the announcement myself, that the strains of wizardship have been too hard on you and you are taking an indefinite leave of absence."

The old man continued to cry. "Did you hear what I said," Glinda asked menacingly.

"Y-yes your g-goodness," he sniffled.

"Go and get you balloon ready," she said pulling him by his arm then dropping it quickly. "Guards!"

Two Gale Force guardsmen came from outside the room and stood before the great goodness of Oz. She told them that they were to take the Wizard to his balloon and prepare him to leave the land. They bowed to the good witch and dragged the Wizard away.

Morrible had slowly and silently started making her way out of the room as Glinda dealt with the Wizard. This did not go unnoticed by the good witch and she turned swiftly towards the fish-eyed monster. Glinda stared at her with a venom Morrible had never seen. The Madame swallowed audibly and began to speak.

"Glinda, dear," Morrible smiled breathing hard. "I know we've had out miniscule differentiations in the past but I bel—"

"Guards!" Glinda interrupted. She turned back towards Morrible her grin seething with sarcasm.

"Madame, have you ever considered how you'd fair in captivity," she asked charmingly. "Captivity? Prison! Personally, I don't think you'll hold up well. My professional opinion is that you do not have what it takes. I hope you prove me wrong. Though, I doubt you will. Take her away"

The good witch motioned toward Morrible and the guards took her by her arms causing Glinda to smile. Morrible struggled trying to pull away from the guards to no avail. She began cursing and thrashing wildly.

"No! Noooo," Morrible screeched as she was dragged away.

Glinda merely smiled and gave the Madame a little wave as she left. Southstairs will not be good enough for her. But it will have to do, Glinda thought. She sighed releasing all of the tension in her shoulder and back. She receded to the Wizard's grand chair and sat down allowing her emotions to wash over her. Her shoulders shook with her sobs and they echoed through the grand hall reminding Glinda how isolated she was. There was no one there for her to lean on, no one there to advise her. The Good Witch had to face all of Oz alone.

Somewhere in her emotionally fogged mind Glinda had traveled through the palace to her private chambers. Her crystal eyes immediately fell on Elphaba's pointy hat causing Glinda's eyes to fill with fresh tears. She took the hat and lay on the bed grasping the black hat to her chest. Glinda pressed her nose into the hat taking in Elphaba's scent as she remembered laugh, rare as it was, and her beautiful smile. She remembered the way Elphaba stroked her cheek and how close she held her when they danced. Glinda remembered everything.

"Oh Elphie… I should've left with you. I should have taken your hand and gotten on that damned broom," Glinda cried aloud. "I should have… I should have…"

When Glinda had no more tears left her eyes closed and she slept dreaming of Elphaba. I'll be waiting, Elphaba said to Glinda. I'll be waiting.