Time
Time stood still as Elphaba's mind raced at a hundred miles per hour.
Nessa had been right – partially. Her main mission in Oz tonight was to free the monkeys, but upon hearing Glinda and Fiyero were engaged, she'd been half-hoping to run into him, to hear for herself if it as true.
But this, nothing could have prepared her for this. Fiyero aiming his gun towards her, ordering her to be silent, his eyes displaying no emotion. She recognized his uniform, captain of the guard, the ones who were hunting her.
Time couldn't change a person this much, could it?