The rain beat down on the tin roof over Elphaba's head. She cowered under a blanket, shivering and wishing for her Glinda to come warm her up with a pretty story and a goodnight kiss. A few lucky stars twinkled merrily through her heavy glass window, the obtuse moon giggling at the lump under the covers.
The rain pattered softly against the window of Nessa's room. She shook her head every few seconds, dislodging the tears that she had no means to wipe away. Her heart ached for her recently departed sister, and then a fire grew behind her eyes and thrust out all ideas of Elphaba. The melancholy moon moaned an unhappy song against her window.
The rain swished in thick rivulets across Glinda's feet as she stood poised at the top of the bridge over Suicide Canal. Bitter laughter echoed in her mind, mingled with the whispers, "My sweet," and "Hold out." Tears blurred her vision as she climbed over the railing. The psychotic moon urged her forward, pressing gently on her back and tipping her body into the canal.