Well, there it was - an Elphie-monologue that made no sense whatsoever. Maybe Elphaba would chalk it off to that "blissful blond brain" of Glinda's, but in truth, she was babbling a whole lot of incoherent nonsense. Yes, this could take a while.<br/><br/>Glinda carefully dusted off - something - probably a half-decayed wooden crate meant to sit on, but she couldn't be too sure - and took a seat, emphasizing that she was not just going to leave. However, she took that seat rather carefully, always expecting her 'chair' could give away sometime in the near future - but the bold act was so necessary for the symbolism. Consequently, it wasn't the most comfortable of seats, but that was to be expected. In any case, symbolism was always very important (and that included dresses, bubbles, underwear and decorated wands), so here she was.<br/><br/>"Nobody can go back," she philosophized and found she sounded rather smart saying it. Months of being a diplomat had instilled a certain eloquence in her, after all. "Not you, not I, not the Wizard of Oz. We needn't utter truths we all know already. That's why I've been going forward and - oh look, where it has lead me," she added with a cheerful wink that wasn't exactly  honest, but a remnant of public speech. Maybe it was just the prelude to that suppressed agitation that was still lingering inside of her.<br/><br/>What a drama! What a fuss - this was an attic of some sort, not a stage - not even a room full of people. In fact, the whole street outside had seemed deserted (that cat always excepted) and there wasn't a bird's chirp inside the walls of this ...<em>hole</em>.<br/><br/>"I've found a long-lost friend and she just so happens to live alone-" her voice grew gradually louder and a little more agitated, "with no one around to see I am here!!! Would you stop fretting already - your army of spiders doesn't have ears!"