Our brooding specter's thoughts were a long and safe distance from her past, which only brought her pain if she dwelled on it too much and as a consequence distracted her from her duty. So, when that unmistakable bell-like voice pealed well over the droll din of the faceless crowd slowly flowing around her she nearly stopped... she almost really did!  That voice could only belong to one other and it shot through her as easily as an arrow would have and pierced her all the same with memories and faces.<br/><br/>No... no it couldn't be.. could it? After all of these years....<br/><br/>But it very well could be her.  Afterall, even though Elphaba had chosen to remain hidden within the shadow of the great city the gossip and news of the city still circulated like the air and she had heard of Galinda (or was it<em>Glinda</em>now?) and Fiyero's elaborately celebrated engagement and of their current residency within the Emerald City.<br/><br/>Elphaba had to steel her self control from twirling around - just to make sure. If it was truly.. her...  She couldn't risk giving herself away.  No, not only for her but for Galinda she must move forward, disappear, dissolve once more into the sea of people. She quickened her steps and wove in and out of the people making a bee-line through the throng towards the dark doorway of the small convent dedicated to the reverent saint Galinda.  If she was lucky she would only be seen as a bent hag come to pay her devotions to the pagan deity.