The snow crunched under Ruby's feet as she walked on the side of the road, a bag slung over her shoulder. She could hear a semi approaching, and turned around, sticking out her thumb. The truck barreled past her, and she put her thumb down, turning back around and continuing down the road. The young girl had returned to Patch soon after The Breach to get away from everything, her friends included. She hadn't told them that she was leaving; she just did. While they were sleeping, she packed a bag, and left. She made sure to leave Yang a note and her scroll so they couldn't track her. The note read, "I'll be back."

Ruby herself wasn't sure if she meant if, if she really was coming back. But she knew she'd have to sooner or later. She wasn't sure what compelled her to leave, but she felt like something was calling her back to Patch; her home. She knew that when she arrived, neither her father nor her uncle would be there, so she stayed there for a few nights. She left the day before Taiyang returned and began to make her way further into the snowy island.

Ruby kind of knew where she was going, she planned on living out in Patch for a few months to gain perspective. A few miles later, and she found a hotel with a help wanted sign in the window.

Ruby stepped through the automatic doors, and into the lobby. The hood on her jacket his her face, but she didn't think much of it until all the employees put their hands in the air. She quickly threw down the hood, and did the same. "I'm not going to rob you, if that's what you were thinking." She said, her voice monotone. "I saw the help wanted sign."

The staff relaxed, and a man Ruby assumed was the manager approached.

"We're looking for a security guard." He said.

"Good." She said. "I trained at Beacon for a short while."

"I guess that makes you qualified," he said.

"You don't have to pay me, either." She told him. "I'll just stay in one of the rooms, if that's okay."

"That's fine." He said. "I'll pay you with the room."

She nodded, and looked around. "Uniform?" She asked.

"Uh, yeah. We'll order one, just give us your size, and it'll be taken care of." He told her.

She nodded again. "Okay."

Ruby stood near the door, carefully watching anyone that came in. It had been a few days since she got the job, and nothing has really happened. She liked it; the quiet. It gave her time to think.

"Eh, Miss, uh…" One of the waitresses for the small restaurant inside the hotel lightly tapped on her shoulder. "What was your name again?" She asked.

Ruby shook her head. "What's the problem?"

"There are a few drinks causing problems in the bar." The waitress said.

"I'll take care of it. Stay here." Ruby walked down the long, barren corridors, slowly and carefully. She wasn't in too much of a hurry, she had run into these guys a few time over the past few days, and they seemed to be reasonable people, they just got too loud when they drank.

Ruby pushed open the door to the bar, and was immediately greeted by the drunks. "Hey!" The three said. "It's Super-Cop!" One said. They had begun to greet her the second time, but this time was different; they meant that as an insult.

"Hey, guys." She said as politely as possible. "Got more complaints—"

"I dun care!" One said. "No matter how hot you are, I ain't leavin'!"

Ruby was surprised at their attitudes, but this only caused her to drop the nice-guy act. "Either go to your rooms, or get out." She told them.

"What are you gonna do?" Another asked. "Drag us out?"

"Yes." Ruby said, walking towards them. She didn't take three steps before the third pulled a gun. She didn't stop, but continued walking. "You're not gonna shoot me." She said. "And if you did, it's gonna do anything, but kill me." The man obviously saw this as a challenge, and pulled the trigger four times. Each bullet slammed into Ruby's chest, but she didn't flinch. She didn't move. "The hell?" The man asked, oddly staring at his gun.

"Improve your aim." She told him, grabbing his arm, and dragging him with her. A stool suddenly slammed into the back of her head as she walked away. It didn't hurt, but caught her off guard. She nearly fell, but managed to keep her balance. She turned around, and the same man who hit her with a stool hit her in the face. Her head didn't move, and she heard a horrible cracking noise, originating from his hand.

Ruby grabbed him too, and dragged him with her, tossing him out of the front door. When she turned around, the third man was sprinting past her, scared out of his mind.

After that, Ruby went up to her room and changed into a hoodie and t-shirt. She then went down and handed in her uniform. "I better get going," she told the manager. "I don't like to stay in one place for too long."

The manager nodded.

"Just tell people that I'm still here, watching. I guarantee you'll never get robbed again." She said as she walked out.

As Ruby was once again walking down the road, snow crunching beneath her feet, she heard a voice call out to her, "Kal Jor-El…" The voice said. Ruby felt as though, this Kal Jor-El was her. "Yes?" She said back.

"This way." The voice called from her right, from the field beside her. She dashed out to the center of it, and the voice called again. "To the military base." It said.

"Which way?" She asked.

"Straight ahead." The voice told her.

Ruby began to run as fast as she could, becoming only a blur to the people who saw her. "Who are you?" She asked the voice.

"I will explain when you arrive."

"Are you military?" Ruby asked.

"No. I am of Kryptonian descent. Like you."

When Ruby arrived at the base, she stopped right at the gate. The soldiers pointed their weapons at her.

"Repeat after me," the voice said.

"I am Kal Jor-El," Ruby said. "You've been looking for me."