"I wanna go home!" Marina pouted a couple days later. "I miss Mommy!"

Olivia and Elliot looked at each other. "You know the way home?" asked Olivia.

Marina nodded.

"Then go," said Elliot.

Marina grinned. "Tell Elphaba I said bye." She ran off.

"Where's Marina?" asked Elphaba later.

"On her way home," answered Elliot.

"ALONE! Did you forget what happened to her? Who's probably after her blood! You idiot!"

"What'd I do?"

"Remember? There's a gang of border guards after her guts."

"SHIT! You're right! What have I done?"

Olivia ran and threw her arms around his neck. "Shh…" she whispered.

"I've got to go find her," said Elphaba.

"I'll help," said Elliot.

"No, you stay here, Elliot," said Elphaba.

"Go then, if it's so important to you," said Elliot. "But come back here if you have any trouble."

Elphaba nodded and ran off.

After running for half an hour, Elphaba found Marina. The little girl was lying on her back with her eyes shut. Her limbs stuck out at odd angles, and blood was gushing from a fresh stab wound in her chest. She was dead.

"Marina!" Elphaba managed to choke out, and she rushed over to the body. She touched it. It was still warm. She heard something move to her left. She turned and stared. "What're you doing here?"

Jonn turned quickly and hid the bloodstained knife behind his back. "Hi, Aelphaba."

Elphaba stared at him for another couple of seconds, then turned and ran back to the detectives as fast as her legs would carry her.

"What is it!" asked Olivia, alarmed.

Elphaba breathlessly pointed to where she had come from.

Olivia and Elliot stared, horrified, at the crime scene. But Elphaba wandered towards Jonn. After all, he did treat her like a human, instead of an animal (or Animal) the way most people did.

He, too, was lying on the ground with his limbs sticking out at odd angles. He had slashes in both of his wrists.

"Not you, too," she whispered. First her mother, then Marina, and now Jonn. Why did everyone she could trust have to end up dead? She sat beside him, and while she was staring, she saw a folded piece of paper sticking out of his pocket. She unfolded it and began to read…

My pretty Saint Aelphaba,

I couldn't live with the fact that I disappointed you. I never meant to hurt you, or Nessa, or Marina. I never did anything, I swear. I didn't want to be their photographer, either, but you know what Kriss would've done if I'd refused. I wish that I could start again.

And just to clear the air, I ask forgiveness, for the things I've done you blame me for. In my mind, I died when Kriss started forcing me to take pictures for him.

Let all Oz be agreed: I'm wicked through and through. Don't cry for me, Saint Aelphaba; it's a mercy that I'm dead. And anyway, no one mourns the wicked.

All my love,

Jonn Shwortsman

Elphaba closed her eyes, refolded the note, and slid it into her pocket.

"I mourn the wicked," she murmured, "even if no one else does."