"Fine, go! You deserve each other!" Glinda could hear the hoarseness in her voice as she screamed after Elphaba and Fiyero, knowing that they had heard her cruel words. She watched helplessly as her best friend and her fiancé disappeared around the corner, holding hands as they ran from the scene.

Glinda whipped around, wanting to flee herself. This can't be happening, she thought, all of my dreams, everything I ever wanted, it's all come crashing down! She was feeling a wide range of emotions, including anger, jealousy, self-doubt, sadness, and guilt. But mostly, she felt anger. She let the emotion overpower her, the need for revenge. Elphaba has just taken everything from me, she thought, I wish she knew how it feels!

"Here, have a swig of this, it dulls the pain," she heard a voice say. After what had happened, Glinda had forgotten that the Wizard still sat only a few feet away, having watched the entire scene.

"No thank you," she replied, not even bothering to look over at Wizard or the drink he offered her. She wanted to disappear, she didn't want to be here. And having the Wizard staring at her, watching her break down, was almost more than Glinda could handle.

Fortunately, Madame Morrible rushed into the room, offering some relief from the Wizard's piercing gaze. However, her choice of words immediately brought Glinda back to reality. "Is it true?" Madame Morrible asked joyfully, nearly bouncing up and down in her emerald green dress, "your betrothen has brought her into custody?"

My betrothen. Glinda let the words sink in slowly, blocking out the conversation the Wizard and Madame Morrible were currently having. She twisted the diamond ring sitting on her left hand, realizing what it had once meant to her. Now, she felt like it was worthless. It seemed to weigh hundreds of pounds, pulling down on her hand, keeping its presence known. She remembered how, less than an hour ago, she and Fiyero had been dancing at the ball, celebrating their engagement. Not a care in the world, she thought sarcastically. Sadness began to overwhelm the anger, and Glinda finally let a tear streak down her cheek, smudging her mascara.

But the sadness was short-lived, and the anger returned as she remembered what had happened only moments ago. 'I'm going with her,' Fiyero had said, gripping Elphaba's hand. Glinda knew that both were to blame, that Fiyero deserved some of the responsibility as well. But for Elphaba just to show up after years, and in an instant take Fiyero away…it made Glinda want revenge.

"Well we must smoke her out!" Glinda slowly processed Madame Morrible's words.

"But how?" the Wizard asked with angry frustration.

"Use her sister," Glinda whispered without missing a beat. She knew two wrongs did not make a right, she knew that she could ruin lives with this admission of information, but Glinda only cared about making Elphaba feel the same pain she now felt.

Glinda's whisper had been too quiet for Madame Morrible and the Wizard to hear, so the woman asked, "What's that, what did she say?"

Glinda was about to repeat herself when a glimmer of green caught her eye. A small bottle, only large enough to hold a small amount of liquid, was clenched in the Wizard's hand. At first, Glinda thought the bottle was green, but then quickly realized that the bottle was clear glass, and that the liquid inside was actually glowing a shade of emerald. The unmistakable color, the odd shape of the ridged bottle, it all resonated in Glinda's mind. She had seen a bottle like that before, she had even held it once, back at Shiz. Glinda wanted to write it off a coincidence, but something in her gut told her that there was more to the story.

Therefore, rather than revealing her less-than-honorable plan to the Wizard and Madame Morrible, Glinda chose to wait, until she could uncover the mystery of the bottle. "Umm, nothing," she muttered to the pair, "I, I seem to have a slight headache, I think I'll go lie down."

And without waiting for a response, Glinda rushed out of the Wizard's inner chambers, following the path Elphaba and Fiyero had recently used to make their escape. But Glinda was not about to lie down. Running from the palace, she knew there was work to be done.

Glinda rushed to her room, but had no intentions of laying down. She didn't even bother changing out of her pale green ballgown, despite the fact that it easily weighed thirty pounds. Glinda did take the time to consider removing her engagement ring, but decided against it. Although the symbolism of the ring seemed to have vanished, it provided a comfort to Glinda, and she knew she would feel naked without it. Therefore, Glinda only took the time to grab her wand before rushing back outside.

Even though it was nearly one in the morning, the full moon provided a considerable amount of light as Glinda stepped outside. She peered down the deserted streets, felt the cold night air whipping against her tear-stained face. Glinda took a deep breath, focused her efforts on the spell she was mumbling under her breath, and sighed in relief as the bubble appeared in front of her.

Although the idea for the bubble had been the Wizard's invention, it only came into fruition via Glinda's powers, and it certainly seemed to suit her personality. Stepping inside the bubble for the first time was extremely frightening for Glinda, as she feared it would pop at any moment. Glinda had also always been deathly afraid of heights, so seeing the ground so far below her own feet had originally been terrifying to the blonde. However, after a certain amount of practice, Glinda grew accustomed to the floating sensation, and now relied on the bubble for almost any form of transportation.

Without any degree of fear now, Glinda stepped into the large bubble, and motioned with her wand as it lifted off the ground. Before long, Glinda was hundreds of feet in the air, soaring over the vast countryside. Despite the darkness, Glinda could see acres of forest partitioned off by plots of farmland that seemed to extend all the way to the horizon. But everyone below seemed asleep as she glided overhead at a daunting speed.

About an hour into her travel, Glinda encountered a rain storm, but was not afraid. She had learned long ago that her bubble magically protected her from the elements, so she remained warm and dry as the storm raged outside her bubble. However, the rain did make it a bit harder for Glinda to maintain her intended direction, so the limited visibility slowed her down a bit. But before long, Glinda had moved through the storm and was back on her intended course.

After her long journey, at almost three in the morning, Glinda arrived at her destination. As she descended and finally reached the ground, Glinda dismissed the bubble with a wave of her wand, finally setting her feet back on the ground. Although physical and emotional exhaustions were starting to take over, Glinda forced herself to remain alert. She had the spent the last two hours pondering the recent events, which had worn her down considerably. She was still angry at Elphaba and Fiyero, she didn't feel like she could ever forgive them. However, her instincts told her that she needed to come here, that she needed to investigate further.

Glinda's feet seemed to know exactly where they were going, as they carried her inside the nearby building and up two flights of stairs. Glinda looked around anxiously as she entered a long, narrow hallway and paused: all the sights and smells felt so familiar, yet so foreign to her that it was mind boggling. Yet Glinda still knew exactly where she was going as she stopped in front of the second doorway on her right. She stared at the wooden door for a long time, almost scared to find what was on the other side. But slowly, she reached out her delicate hand and gripped the cold metal of the doorknob. Glinda heard the light clink of her ring hitting against the metal knob, almost a cruel reminder of why she felt so sad and empty inside. However, Glinda pushed those feelings aside as she quickly turned the knob and pushed the door open, gasping at what she saw.