Elphaba was in a frenzy. Once inside she bolted the door and violently ripped the cloak from her body, tossing it carelessly onto her moth-eaten bed before taking extra care with her smuggled goods and slipped it into a surprisingly well-preserved cupboard.<br/><br/>"I said leave ."<br/>She snarled at the door and stomped away - why did she come here? Why did she follow her? Why was she making so much bleeding noise?? At this rate EVERYONE in the Emerald City will know where she lives. This was ridiculous and it was getting out of hand.<br/><br/>"Go away - you have no business here!"<br/>She stormed over to the window to let in some air (and hope that Galinda would get bored and eventually leave) when suddenly---<br/><br/>Elphaba jumped 5 feet back at the ludicrously dressed woman floating in a giant iridescent bubble right in front of her.<br/><br/>"... Oh for the love of Lurline!"<br/>Elphaba cried out after a moment of shock (where she was sure she could have dropped dead of heart failure).  A bubble?<em>Really</em>?!<br/>Could Galinda have really thought of a more absurd mode of magicked transportation than a Lurline-loved<em>bubble</em>of all things?  A carpet? Too shabby! A broom? Heavens forbid! It had to be a bubble. It just<em>had</em>to be.  Later, much later,  Elphaba would reflect on this and realize that the nonsensical bubble perfectly matched the nonsensical Galinda. Or Glinda. Whatever.<br/><br/>She snapped the window open and hissed out at the floating woman.<br/><br/>"Get in before the entire city sees you - you bubble-head!!"