Dorothy sat on the stairs and despaired. She couldn't think what to do. This witch wasn't as nice as the other witch. She wished Glinda would come to rescue her. The wizard wouldn't get this book and she would get never get to go home. She snuffled miserably to herself. A small bark heralded the arrival of her faithful pet and she buried her face in the ragged fur and used him as her cuddle blanket. Toto was not amused.

The lion came over to sit with her and the three of them cut miserable figures in the waning moonlight, for morning was approaching and they had failed in their mission. Dorothy was thinking despondently of the corn fields of home, the lion was thinking ruefully of his lost courage and little Toto was thinking longingly of breakfast. He wriggled out of his mistresses' grasp in search of food, for there must be some in this strange place.

'Oh no! Toto! Don't go! Don't leave me!' Dorothy wailed pathetically to his disappearing tail.

Elphaba snorted. They looked up in alarm as she watched them from the top of the stairs. 'When are you losers going to get going?' She asked unsympathetically. Dorothy sniffed in reply. The lion tried his hand at bravery.

'When we know where we're going next.'

'Which is where? No hope Kansas? Back to the city of Oz?' She sneered.

'If it gets me home, then yes!'

'It won't. Best call up Glinda and see if she can help. I doubt it.'

Dorothy jumped to her feet, an idea forming in her head.

'You could talk to Glinda for me! Find a way to get me back home! And I'll forget all about the book and wizard and everything!'

Elphaba started. 'You want me to be your personal secretary and organise your taxi home? Forget it.'

'Please!'

'What do you expect me to do? Call her up with a spell?'

'Yes' said Dorothy eagerly.

'Fool!' The witch hit the banister in place of hitting the girl. She really was a stupid little thing. 'What do you think we do in this world? Conjure up people with spells?'

'Well...maybe.'

Elphaba looked at her witheringly. 'All I have to do is send her a message, idiot girl.'

'With a secret code?'

'With a monkey.' She nodded to one of the mutant monkeys at the window. Dorothy shuddered.

'Could you do it?' Asked the lion.

'I could. But it's not worth it.'

'But why?' Dorothy wailed.

'Because, you little fool, the wizard is watching her too. She is merely a pawn in his game. She can get you nowhere. Any excuse for something to go wrong, on my head be it and her with me if they think she is part of it.'

Dorothy wilted.

'So take a right turn through to the big front door and carry on down the rocks back to the city because there is nothing to help you here' she carried on. 'And get on with it, I don't have all day waiting for you to vacate.'

A shrieking from the kitchen cut her pleasantries short. It was the tin man, holding one of the monkeys by the tail to see how far it could run. Elphaba marched in, picked up the spade from next to the stove and wacked him round the head with it. He crumpled to the ground.

'You little toe rag.'

She hurled another spiteful bash at him. Elphaba was understandably angry.