(A/N: Thanks to all of those lovely reviewers! Your reviews were much appreciated! This chapter is actually pretty long (for me), and I wrote in honor of you awesome reviewers. This chapter should clear a few things up. Now, some of you might wonder why Fiyero has known about what happened with Elphaba and Galinda and the Wizard for three weeks while Elphaba and Galinda had only been in New York for a day. Just think of it as that was how long it took Elphaba and Galinda to get there, the spell just made time for them freeze, or time for everyone else speed up. If you've noticed, Mark and the whole boho gang are younger than they are in the show/movie. This is mainly because I do not write adults or people above their teen years very well and I generally like writing about teenagers to 21 year olds better. Now, without further ado...)

Elphaba jumped off of the table and rushed to Galinda's side. She barely noticed the boy holding Galinda, who looked confused as the day he was born.

"There!" Elphaba pointed to the couch, "Put her there." she ordered as though she owned the place. Mark found her voice so entrancing, he didn't even argue with the green girl or bother with sarcastic comebacks, so he quickly went to the couch and set the blonde down.

"Oh, what in Oz is wrong with her?" Elphaba muttered to herself. Mark just stood there, bewildered as ever before. So first the green one was unconscious, and then the blonde fainted, was he next?! If this wasn't the weirdest day of his life, he didn't know what was. Perhaps his bar mitzvah was....? No, this was definitely weirder.

"Galinda, wake up." Elphaba said gently. Suddenly, the blonde's eyes popped open and she sat up rapidly, grabbing Elphaba by the shoulders.

"Oh My Oz!!!!" she kept repeating.

"What has gotten into you?!" asked Elphaba, frustration seeping its way into her frenzied thoughts.

"Elphie, you don't remember anything?" asked Galinda, "At all? Do you even know who your father is?"

"My...father?" asked Elphaba, she slumped back against the couch, it was suddenly hitting her that she couldn't remember anything, but for some reason, she could remember Galinda, "I—I don't know." she whispered, "Do I have a mother? A sister? Didn't you mention something about a sister earlier? Oh my Oz, all of my memories....gone!" Elphaba gasped, "But then---then, how can I remember you?!" Galinda wished she could say, but she couldn't. Suddenly, she noticed the large book on the floor. It was the Grimmerie. She remembered bringing it in with her when Mark had brought Elphie up, and then she had thrown it on the floor as soon as they'd gotten inside. She quickly bounced over to the book and brought it back and gave it to Elphie.

"What's this?" asked Elphaba.

"It's the Grimmerie?" Galinda said, "The book of spells."

"Where did you get this? I thought it was long gone." Elphaba murmured. How had she just remembered that fact? Did actually seeing the book ignite some bit of a memory to come back to her? Or had she not completely lost her memory?

"Here, maybe you can find a spell and get your memory back!" Galinda exclaimed.

"Galinda, I can't read this, I've never done a spell before." Elphaba surprised. What was Galinda thinking?

"But Elphaba, that's how we got here! You did a spell, but you stumbled over the words and it landed us here!" Galinda cried, exasperated.

"I did a spell that got us here? Only really powerful witches can transport themselves between worlds." Elphaba snapped, "Even you should know that."

"Then you are really powerful!" Galinda cried, "Please, just try." Elphaba sighed, but opened the book anyway, and was indeed surprised she understood this language perfectly. The letters on the pages seemed to swirl about constantly, but when she looked at a certain word or paragraph the swirly script froze and molded into words. Galinda peered at the book and gasped when she found she could read it too. (Meanwhile, Mark had gone to the kitchen area and begun brewing coffee and whistling, paying no attention to the girls, he was already confused enough, he didn't even try to catch up). Galinda suddenly saw the words: Miscasting or Mispronouncing Spells and the Consequences. Under the bullet list of consequences was memory loss. Galinda quickly snatched the book from Elphaba in her urgency to keep reading as though at any moment her eyes would fail to decipher the ancient text.

"If spells are miscast or mis-chanted, a consequence to come of that may be memory loss." Galinda read, "This cannot be cured by any other spell. One may get their memory back when they relive or have a similar experience of the best memory they've ever had, or the best thing that's ever happened to themselves personally." Elphaba looked confused but seemed to get it.

"So, if meeting you was the best thing that's ever happened to me, I would've gotten my entire memory back by seeing you?" asked Elphaba.

"Yes, I think that's the idea. But obviously, our meeting is not your best memory." Galinda sighed.

"Than how do I remember you?!" asked Elphaba.

"I'm getting there!" Galinda snapped, glad to see her friend's personality was still in check, even though it slightly irritated her, Galinda read on from the book, "The caster might remember anyone who was within arm's reach of themselves while they were performing the spell. Faces might be remembered. If the caster had any physical contact with the person, other memories of the person might be remembered, such as the person's name and there relations to said person.

"So, since I was in the same room as you while you performing the spell, you can remember my face. And I remember holding your hand as the spell began to affect us, so you remember my name and that we are best friends." Galinda said, then read on, "Caster will also remember things that are common knowledge such as places, names of objects or foods etc. However the person will not remember going to these places if they have been. That is to say, personal memories are erased such as conversations, events, relations with other people, pets etc. The caster may experience vivid flashbacks from their lost memories, therefore gaining some memories back."

"So, you're all I remember." Elphaba said quietly, "All I can remember."

"Well, I want to test out that common knowledge thing." said Galinda, "Hey Elphie, how many people have green skin?"

"Just me. Why did you have to ask something like that?" said Elphaba, feeling offended. Galinda saw the hurt in her friend's eyes and felt horrible and shocked at the same time. Since when was Elphaba ever truly hurt by green comments? Galinda just said she was green, she hadn't called her an artichoke or anything mean really. And even if it had hurt, since when did Elphaba show it?

"Elphie, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." said Galinda gently, "You never get offended when people talk about your skin. And I didn't even say anything mean, I just commented on it. You are used to it, because so many people before made fun of it, you don't ever get hurt that easily."

"But I don't remember being made fun of Glin, so it will hurt because I haven't felt the first insults or comments yet, I haven't had the memories to build walls with. Don't you see? I don't remember." Elphaba explained. She brought her knees to her chest and covered her face with her hands.

"Elphie, I—I'm so sorry." said Galinda.

"It's alright Glin," said Elphaba, "Just remember I might be a little more fragile now, I don't have the memories that have made me strong."

"I never thought I'd hear you say that." Galinda smiled sadly, "My strong Elphie, admitting she's fragile."

"Would I normally not do that?" asked Elphaba.

"Never." Galinda laughed. Elphaba wished she could laugh, but she couldn't remember if that was something she usually did or not.

"Do I normally laugh?" asked Elphaba.

"Usually only with me and Fiyero." said Galinda.

"Fiyero? Didn't you mention him earlier?" asked Elphaba.

"No, I didn't." said Galinda, "Did I say Fiyero? I meant Boq." Galinda quickly said. For some reason, she didn't want to tell Elphaba about Fiyero. Elphaba was already fragile enough, how would she feel when Galinda told her that she couldn't even remember the man she loved beyond anything else? How could Galinda tell her that she couldn't remember the man who loved her more than life itself? She couldn't. So she didn't. Suddenly, Elphaba looked around, and seemed to just figure out that she had no idea where she was.

"Galinda, where are we?" asked Elphaba.

"We're in Mark's loft." said Galinda as though sitting in a strangers loft was regular occurrence for her.

"Are you Mark?" asked Elphaba, turning to face Mark, who had been staring at her the whole time. She caught him staring and they both blushed.

"Yes," he said.

"Oh Marky! Can I call you that?" asked Galinda.

"Well, it's a little perky....." Mark began.

"Great, and you can call me...Galinda." said Galinda.

"It's nice to meet you Galinda." said Mark, "You must be Elphie." he said to the green girl who looked so lost and miserable, it was heart breaking really.

"Actually my name is Elphaba," she said.

"But you can call her Elphie!" Galinda said.

"No you can't." Elphaba snapped, more in response to Galinda than Mark, "We should get going. Sorry to have bothered you." she stood up and began to walk to the door, Galinda following, but only to drag her back.

"But Elphie, we have nowhere to go! We're not even in Oz anymore!" Galinda cried.

"We can't stay here, he doesn't even know us, do you know how rude that would be?" Elphaba hissed. Mark heard their conversation easily, and he hesitantly cleared his throat.

"Um, if you want, you can stay here with me. There's an extra room, if you two don't mind sharing." he said, for some reason, he did not want this to be the last time he saw Galinda and Elphaba, huh, such strange names, but he liked them.

"Ooh, Elphie can we?" asked Galinda.

"Are you sure you don't mind?" asked Elphaba.

"No, it's fine. I want you here." said Mark, and then realizing what he said, he blushed again, "I mean, well you know....it'd be nice if you wanted to stay, it gets kind of lonely sometimes, but if you didn't that would be understandable, but you have nowhere to go and..." Mark trailed off as he realized he was making a fool of himself.

"I suppose we could stay..." said Elphaba hesitantly.

"Great." said Galinda and Mark at the same time. An awkward silence fell, until Elphaba interrupted.

"Where did you say that extra room was?" asked Elphaba. Mark quickly showed her to a door on the other end of the loft. She went in quickly and closed the door before Galinda could follow. Galinda stared at the door and seemed to realize that what Elphie had just been hit with was going to take some time to get over. She'd lost all of her memories, the bits of life that made her who she was. Galinda did not know what she would do if she ever forgot Lucas, and his kisses and love. Lucas. Galinda had forgotten in her frenzy, Lucas. Would she ever see him again? He was stuck in Oz, and nobody got through to other worlds without extreme power, and as far as she knew, Elphaba and some old dead wizard from a long time ago were the only two to successfully jump between worlds. So Lucas was gone. Fiyero was gone. Boq was gone. Nessa was gone. Shiz was gone. Oz, her parents, everything! The realization of the dark situation suddenly fell on Galinda and without asking, she ran into the room next to the one Elphaba had gone into. It was Mark's room, but she had to be alone for a bit. She closed the door behind herself quickly and fell on the lumpy bed. Now she was starting to wish she had lost her memory. Then she wouldn't have to remember everything she'd lost.

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Fiyero began in the ancient texts he'd found in the castle library. He'd stopped drinking now, and surprisingly it wasn't hard. When you had a purpose, a determination to do something then that was all you focused on, especially if this purpose was driven by love, and especially if you simply could not live without this person, this love, this passionate fire, this...Elphaba. For those three long weeks when he had become an alcoholic, Elphaba was the one thing he had purposefully avoided thinking about. Now, she was all he could think about. He cherished those memories he had with her, running over them in his head. He'd even gone out and bought those crummy magazines from the Emerald Ball just so he could have a few pictures of her. A picture wasn't the same, but he'd take what he could get.

Fiyero brought another huge volume to his desk. He blew dust off the cover, obviously, no one bothered reading this book, or at least hadn't for a long time. The book was titled: World's Beyond Oz. Fiyero's hopes rose and he quickly opened the book.

It has been mentioned by many scientists and an extreme amount of sorcerers that there are worlds outside of our Oz. Is this true? It is. But the real question is whether or not a person can ever travel to these worlds. Scientifically the answer is no, no one can, but there was been debate on that with the sorcerers of our world. It is rumored that a young wizard in 1352 had jumped to another world. He did not intentionally come back, but rather sent back by accident in a contraption called a helicopter which had broken and he landed back here by accident. For it is a known fact that it is impossible to return to Oz by magic or spells once leaving. He described things that had been unheard of in Oz. Many thought he was making it up, and other's thought no one could ever make up such things as the young wizard had said. Many more wizards after him tried this, and they were all unsuccessful. The young wizard had a secret tool though; he had used an ancient spell book known as the Grimmerie (see page 667 for more details). He was so proud of his accomplishments, that he did not want anyone else to accomplish such a thing. He hid the Grimmerie and since then, it could not be traced. Traveling between worlds has been tried many times without the Grimmerie, but the Grimmerie is needed, as well as extreme power and understanding in sorcery.

The world to which this young wizard had spelled himself to was known as Earth. A world where magic and Animals do not exist. No other worlds have been detected, though scientists are searching every day. (See page 468 for references)

Earth. How peculiar, what an odd thing to name a world. Fiyero had no doubt in his mind that this is where his Elphaba was, for someone reason, he just knew. Perhaps she was there waiting for him? That would be romantic, almost like a fairytale. But no, this wasn't a fairytale. He'd have to work harder than any of those princes in the stories. For his love was stuck in another world, not just some silly tower guarded by a dragon, that would be no problem for him. But getting to this....this Earth....how would he ever manage that?

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Elphaba knew that she mustn't cry as she sat in the corner of the small bedroom. She did not want to burn herself or seem weak, but what was she to do? Without memories, she did not know who she was, who anyone else was. She couldn't even remember her own sister! She could do spells, or so Galinda had told her. Had she been nice? Had she had other friends besides Galinda? She couldn't even remember being at Shiz. That had been her dream to attend Shiz. She'd gotten her dream, but she couldn't remember living it at all! Life without a past was like life without a future, she felt stuck in this never-ending, confusing...present; a present to which she was lost in. Only moments after she'd fled to the room, she heard another door slam shut, it must be Galinda and she was sure she heard sniffles from the next room over.

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A week passed. Galinda had learned to accept what had happened, and she tried to make the best of the situation, though she still couldn't believe what had happened to her best friend. Elphaba however, was not taking this so well. She sat in a chair in the corner all day, not saying anything, not eating anything, not sleeping. Galinda and Mark didn't know what she was doing, but they let her be.

What Elphaba was really doing was trying to remember. It was ridiculous and impossible to believe that if she tried to remember the things that had been completely lost to a miscast spell that she would remember. She just sat there all day, trying over and over again to just bring one memory back. Any memory, bad, good, happy, sad, she didn't care who it was about or what happened in it, she just wanted to remember something. She knew who Galinda was, yes, she knew they were best friends, but she didn't remember what had made them best friends. How long had they been friends? When did she meet Galinda? Elphaba tried to will herself to remember, but nothing worked. She'd read in the Grimmerie that vivid flashbacks might occur, Elphaba wished she'd have a flashback, but all she saw was the cement wall in front of her.

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Mark spent day after day staring at Elphaba. She was so beautiful....but she was lost. She didn't know who she was or where she came from, she was just....there. Mark didn't know how she felt, but as he watched he knew that whatever she was feeling was tearing her up inside. She didn't eat, Mark didn't know if she slept or not, but he was guessing not. He barely knew this....Elphaba, but he wanted to get to know her. Galinda was always trying to coax Elphaba to eat something or at least talk to her. She was very concerned; Mark thought he heard crying sometimes at night after another failed attempt to get a response form Elphaba. When Galinda wasn't by Elphaba's side, trying to help her, she was chattering to him, so it wasn't hard to get to know her. Elphaba was completely silent, and Mark wished she'd speak, if only so he could hear her angel's voice. But she didn't, she never spoke, she never moved, she was oblivious to everything that happened around her, she was completely still. But her eyes, they remained wide opened, beautifully brown and so scared and lost, but at the same time determined and fierce. Nearing the second day of her stillness, Mark noticed how thin she was, he could practically see her bones beneath her emerald skin. She suddenly reminded him of Mimi when she had been on drugs. Mimi had almost died, she'd become bone thin, just like Elphaba. Mark began to panic; he would not let Elphaba die. She was killing herself obliviously. Galinda was on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV. She was so fascinated by it, she couldn't stop watching it. Where she was from, they apparently didn't have TV's, or even colored photographs, so his small little crappy TV just fascinated the hell out of her.

Mark approached Elphaba. He had not spoken to her or tried to sway her from this silence as Galinda had. He felt it would be intrusive and none of his business as he hardly knew her.

"Elphaba?" said Mark. Galinda immediately switched off the TV (well she tried to, she pressed every button on the remote but she couldn't find the off button, she did however manage to mute the television) as she heard Mark say Elphaba's name. She was instantly at Elphaba's side.

There was no response from Elphaba. She was hugging her knees with, her face hidden as she rested her head on her knees. For a moment, Mark wondered if she was sleeping.

"Elphaba, I've got some food for you." said Mark, a bowl of fruit in his hand. There was still no response, "Elphaba, you've got to eat. You're starving yourself to death."

"Elphie, please." Galinda begged, tears pricked her eyes, she hating seeing her friend like this, "You're memory's not going to come back just by sitting here all of the time. C'mon, we can make all new memories." Galinda laid a hand on Elphaba's thin shoulder, but still Elphaba remained silent.

"Fabala..." Mark sighed. He didn't know where that name had come from. He supposed it kind of sounded like Elphaba. Elphaba....Fabala. He liked it. Elphaba's head shot up.

"What did you just call me?" she asked, not harshly, just surprised.

"Fabala." said Mark, who was rather proud he'd gotten her to speak, her voice filled his ears and he couldn't help but smile, "I'm sorry. If you don't like it, I won't call you that."

"Elphie!" Galinda squealed and hugged her friend, "You just spoke!" her tone sounded as though Elphaba was an infant saying her first words. Elphaba ignored Galinda and stared at Mark, her brown eyes boring into his shining blue ones. Blue eyes...where had he seen blue eyes like that before? Where had she heard the nickname before? She knew she'd heard it somewhere....but where? Oh how she wished she knew! In Galinda's excitement, she had lost her balance, and fell back onto the couch, falling on the buttons, making the sound come back on. Elphaba's eyes flicked to the odd image showing contraption at the sudden noise. Galinda had been watching, "The Secret Garden". There was a boy being pushed about in a wheelchair....

Suddenly, Elphaba's eyes glazed over. The brown was lost to a white, glassy color. She wasn't looking at anything, but nor was she looking at nothing. Galinda began to panic and she shook Elphaba's shoulder's, but her eyes remained glassy and white. Galinda had tears creeping out of her eyes. Mark was just utterly bewildered and frightened.

Elphaba was having what she assumed to be a flashback. After seeing the wheelchair, everything around her disappeared. Then another setting formed around her, like a painting the colors began to paint themselves into a 2-D painting, then it all became 3-D and real as the images began moving like in a dream.

There was a room, with several midwifes milling about. A woman was lying in the bed, sleeping after child birth. A man hovered over the woman and kissed her forehead. The door flew open to admit a mournful looking Goat.

"I'm so sorry, she was born too early, she won't be able to walk ever." said a Goat as he handed the tall man a small premature baby.

"Oh Nessa...."

The scene shifted and Elphaba found herself in a different scene. She was surprised to see herself.

The scene showed Elphaba, about 13 years old, pushing a girl a year younger around the gardens in a wheelchair. The girl had pale skin, brown hair and hazel eyes.

"Oh Elphaba, just look at the new wheelchair father's gotten me!" exclaimed the girl. "Feel the cushion, it's velvet."

"It's very nice Nessa." said Elphaba, her voice held little enthusiasm.

"You could be a bit happier for me." said Nessa, crossing her arms sullenly.

"I'm sorry dear sister for not jumping up and down." Elphaba said sarcastically.

"You're just jealous because father never gets you any presents." Nessa shot back.

The scene changed again and showed the same two.

Elphaba (now 16) was standing behind Nessa; doing her hair for her while Nessa did worked on doing her makeup. Nessa was sitting in front of a large vanity with "Nessa" embellished on the rich wood. She stared into the mirror critically.

"Elphaba, thank you for doing my hair." said Nessa, "I want to look just right for this date with Kevin."

"I personally don't see how it could matter what you look like." Elphaba said, "Wasn't it your personality that caught his attention?"

"Looks might not matter to you Elphaba," said Nessa, "But they matter to every other girl in Oz."

"Jackie Grison doesn't wear makeup." Elphaba pointed out, "She doesn't care about what she wears or looks."

"That's because Jackie Grison is the ugliest girl alive. All the makeup in the world couldn't turn that girl pretty, it'd just make her look like a clown." Nessa said with a snobbish tone, "She's learned by now that there's nothing to be done about her looks, so she's accepted it."

"That wasn't a very nice thing to say Nessa." Elphaba scolded.

"Oh who cares? It's not like she's here to hear it!" Nessa snapped as she ran some lipstick across her lips. Elphaba 'accidentally pulled sharply on one of the tangles in Nessa's hair.

"Ow!" Nessa said, "What was that for?!"

"For being a vain a little snob." Elphaba snapped, "Now sit still or you'll be the one looking like a clown."

Again, the scene shifted

"Please?" Nessa asked again (Age 9), "Teach me to play piano. Please?"

"Oh alright," Elphaba said, setting her book down on the table after marking her spot. The two girls, walked into the next room. A grand piano stood elegantly in the center, the top was up and the keys had just been polished. Elphaba pulled a chair up as Nessa wheeled herself over to sit before the piano. The scene showed Elphaba, patient as ever, teaching Nessa to play the piano. At first, Elphaba had been cross and frustrated, but soon, both girls were laughing at the terrible tunes Nessa was creating.

"Elphaba, no matter what anyone else says, I'm glad you're my sister." Nessa declared as their laughter ended.

"I'm glad too." Elphaba said.

A million different pictures flashed in front of Elphaba, all showing her and Nessa. Elphaba gasped as the pictures drew to an end and Mark's loft faded back into view. The flashbacks were so real. She could feel the wind blowing when she and Nessa had been in the gardens, she could smell the sweet flowers. When she was teaching Nessa to play piano, she heard the music like she was actually standing in the room. She blinked and her brown eyes were back, the glassy, white haze had disappeared. Galinda cried out and hugged Elphaba. Mark still looked shaken.

"Are...are you ok?" he asked Elphaba. She nodded as a real, genuine smile spread across her face. Mark wondered why she was smiling. But he wasn't complaining, he could stare at her smile all day.

"I've just had a flashback!" Elphaba exclaimed, "Galinda, do you know who Nessa is?"

"Y-yes, she's your sister." Galinda, befuddled.

"That wheelchair on that odd screen ignited memories of Nessa!" said Elphaba, "I don't remember everything, but I know who she is! I remember teaching her to play piano when we were little and braiding her hair...Galinda this is wonderful! I can get my memory back, if things like wheelchairs will spark memories, who knows how much of my life I can get back!"

"Elphaba," said Galinda carefully, hesitantly, "Is this healthy? These flashbacks? You're eyes just went all blank and white and you weren't responding to anything. I'm worried. Maybe you should be avoiding these flashbacks."

"No Galinda, I won't. I need these flashbacks. Don't you see? I could remember my whole life..." Elphaba said, growing excited.

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