Storyboard: A scene from Gregory Maguire's Wicked, shortly after Madame Morrible has placed a spell on Elphaba, Glinda, and Nessarose. (text and characters are copyright to Gregory Maguire, of course)
The temperature had dropped twenty degrees since the morning, and the girls kept their shawls pulled close as they walked to the pub.
"Nanny, shivering in the dirty wind, cried..."
"And what did the old busybody have to say that I couldn't be allowed to hear?"
But there was nothing they could say. Glinda couldn't even meet the others' eyes.
"We'll lift a glass of champagne for Ama Clutch," said Elphaba finally, " when we get to the Peach and Kidneys."
"I'd settle for a spoonful of real cream," said Nanny.
"How pinching that old sow is. No respect for the dead."
But Glinda found that the binding spell was deeper, cut closer than she had even understood. It wasn't merely that they couldn't talk about it.
Already she had begun-- to lose the words about it, to falter in her thinking, to fail to commit the interview to memory.
(This is the part where she's just having really long totally random sexy mindtrip, which I chose not to visually portray because I wanted to keep things fairly simple.)
Nessarose said, "Catch her, I can't, I'm--"...
...and she sagged against Nanny's bosom, and Glinda swooned at the same moment.
Elphaba thrust out strong arms and scooped Glinda in mid-collapse.
Glinda didn't really lose consciousness, but the uncomfortable physical nearness of hawk-faced Elphaba after that undesired act of desire made her want to shiver with revulsion and to purr at the same time.
