It didn't take too long to find her. Nearby sitting on the window ledge a tall thin figure sat hunched over the book. Fiyero sat on the other side and attempted to engage her in conversation.
'Can't you find a way of contacting Glinda?'
'You think she's going to solve everything? Play happy families with that brat and her dog? She's as much in the control of the wizard as everyone else. She doesn't have enough real powers.'
'Then what to do?' He asked exasperatedly. 'How are you to defeat the wizard?'
'I don't know.'
'You think hiding out here is going to help?'
'Well it's worked great for me so far!' She flared up. 'I'm safe here.'
'You never used to care for being safe. You always got yourself involved in danger, you threw yourself into it, it was your job.'
'And look where that got me. I lost you.' Her dark eyes were fathomless. He said nothing. She hadn't actually lost him but he didn't feel the need to point that out. He didn't know where his future lay. As a scarecrow, he hadn't even a sense of a future anymore. Dorothy had saved him from a monotonous existence but she had to go home now and he didn't know where he stood. The others he felt no loyalty to, it was their business as to what they did with their lives. He needed something more.
'You'd prefer I give them the book? Let the wizard do what he wants with the world?'
'No.'
Privately he thought if they were all damned to a lifetime of suffering they should just get on with it and find comfort where they could. He wanted to find his comfort with Elphaba. He longed for it to be just him and her and a world with nobody else. She was far more principled and opinionated than him. She would never give in.