This is for Mel (Meltalviel).
Madame Morrible shrieked as they took her away. No, no, no, they couldn't do this to her! They just couldn't! "I am the Wizard's assistant! You cannot do this to me!"
"Sorry," one guard said gruffly, "Glinda the Good's orders."
Morrible twisted around and kicked as hard as she could, but she was aging and not as strong as she used to be. The guards were young and strong; they had no trouble in lugging the ex-Head to the dungeon.
Once there they dumped her in, and let her fall to the hard cement without an ounce of grace or dignity. She didn't even bother to sit up. She was too weak. She was too tired. She was too sick… sick of everything. Morrible just lay there and thought. She almost regretted it all; everything that had happened.
When she finally sat up, she was distressed and guilty. "Miss Elphaba… I-I think I really am… sorry…"
Elphaba smiled while holding Fiyero in her arms. She didn't need her apologies.