Glinda struggled to open her eyes. As her surroundings came into focus, she realized she was in a hotel suite. She sat up quickly, and was rewarded with nausea and a pounding head, so she lowered herself back down, but didn't fall back to sleep. She lay awake, her mind an ocean, thoughts swirling. Fiyero slept on, breathing softly against the back of her neck. Dear Oz, how had she gotten here? Then she remembered the ball. The punch. And Fiyero's charming grin. Then she groaned, realizing the events that had probably transpired. And that she would have to face Elphaba, who had a hard time trusting anyway. She began to cry softly and curse her stupidity, knowing that her mistake would most likely cost her the green woman's love. But she couldn't remember actually doing anything with Fiyero, besides kissing him. Still, she knew herself well enough to know she had a hard time saying no when she was drunk. A glance at the clock told her that it was the wee hours of the morning, and Elphaba was probably worried about her.

Glinda knew she needed to get back to her room, so she pushed Fiyero's arm off and swung her feet to the floor. As she did, the lights suddenly flashed on. Head pounding even harder and now blinded by the sudden brightness, Glinda squinted into the light. Elphaba stood there, watching them sleep. Her eyes were dilated to black, and blood had caked on her hand and where it dripped onto her leg. But the thing that terrified Glinda the most was the look on her face: her lip twitched on one side, but other than that, her expression was blank. Cold. As if Elphaba no longer existed in her body.

Fiyero groaned and sat up, covering his eyes with his hand.

"Sweet Oz, Glinda, what are you doing?"

Glinda clapped her hand over his mouth. She wasn't sure what was going on with Elphaba, but she didn't want to provoke her. She'd heard of the green woman's power since she arrived at the university, but had never seen it in action.

Fiyero grabbed her hand and pulled it away. As his mouth opened to say something else, he noticed Elphaba standing across the room, staring at them. She hadn't moved a single muscle.

"Elphaba, what the hell are you doing in my room? I don't remember inviting you here. You should leave, before I call security."

Elphie cocked her head slightly, as if considering his threat, but then, once again, she froze in place. Her cold, black eyes sent chills through Glinda's body, and she began to weep silently, afraid of what might come. Fiyero stood up and faced Elphaba.

"I mean it. You might have had Glinda fooled into thinking she was a dyke, but she's not. Whatever spell you had her under, I broke it tonight. I think she wants to be with me now, and you're just an experimental game. So leave, Elphaba. You have nothing to be here for."

Elphaba's eyes flicked down, and Glinda shook her head vehemently. "No, Elphie, he's wrong. I don't know what he gave me tonight, but I made the mistake of drinking too much. I know that doesn't make things right, but I know what you and I have is not an experiment or a game. I don't even want to be here anymore…" She stood and slowly began to approach the stone-still Elphaba. "Please, Elphie, take me home. I don't care if you break up with me, or forgive me, or what, but I don't want to be here with him. Even if you hate me forever, I'd rather be with you."

Elphaba's gaze shifted to Fiyero…