Glinda sat in the throne room alone. She was ruler of Oz, supreme sorceress, adored by all, everything she had ever wanted. But it wasn't, not anymore. Her best friend was gone. Elphaba was dead.

She'd tried to explain to the Ozians about Elphaba, but still they celebrated her death. They remembered the lies spread by the Wizard and Madame Morrible.

She spent her spare time at the old witches castle, searching through Elphabas belongings, hoping to find something to help her read the Grimmerie. She's tried and tried to read it, until her eyes were strained and filled with tears. She kept it with her, along with Elphabas cloak and hat. She always kept them with her, to hide them from the public. Already people had tried to raid the castle for 'witch artefacts' to make money, and to destroy it, to show their anger at the 'tyrant'.

She wandered around the castle late at night. In the short week since Elphaba's death, she had looked in every room, except for one; the attic.

That evening, the bohemians took Elphaba to the Life Café. It took her more than an hour to... Adjust to the fast pace and loud noise. She should have been used to it, she shared a bedroom with Maureen, the craziest of them all. Mimi and Elphaba were telling stories of Oz, little tidbits they could remember, until one name, one person was mentioned. Glinda. Elphaba tensed, but managed to sit and listen and smile as Mimi went on about Glinda's bright blonde hair, and her beautiful bubble, and her brilliant dress. After half an hour, Elphaba couldn't take it. She needed to escape. She stood, walking out of the cafe and leaning against the window.

Maureen followed almost immediately. For some unknown reason, she clicked with the green woman more than she did with anyone else. Once she stood next to her, they were silent for a moment. Maureen started to light up a cigarette, but stopped at Elphabas glare. "Was she your girlfriend?" She asked as flippantly as she could, but Elphaba shook her head. "We were just friends. Two good friends, two best friends." And so Elphaba began to tell Maureen the story of her and Glinda.

"And now she thinks I'm dead." Elphaba ended, with tears in her eyes. "Why didn't you tell her?" Maureen asked, wiping the tears from the green girls face. "It's safer. She doesn't have to lie."

Elphaba began picking at the hem of her top. Maureen could see she didn't want to be out anymore. "Come on, let's head back to the Loft." She waved at the rest of the guys through the window, and took Elphabas hand, leading her home.

Glinda walked around the attic, wiping dust off various objects. She found a mirror, with the cloth pulled from She instinctively checked herself in it, but gasped loudly at what she saw. "Elphie?" She listened as the Green Girl described their lives to a woman shed never seen before, and teared up. "Oh Elphie." She hugged the Grimmerie tighter to her chest, and reached out to touch the mirror. It burned, but the good witch barely felt it as she fell.