Chandra had intended to get up half an hour ago. Normally she would wake up at the last possible moment which is exactly when Pia woke her, but she was nervous about being on time today. She found herself fidgeting in front of the oven as if she desperately needed to pee. "Mum! I'm in a hurry so I'm just making eggs. Is that okay?"

While Chandra stressed and twitched, she knew her mom was gracefully getting ready in the background. She thought it was at least a little possible that when she wasn't looking, Pia's morning routine looked like she was performing a musical – complete with dancing and birds chirping in her ears during rests. This was a stark contrast to Chandra who would all too often use the wrong end of her toothbrush and scream getting into the shower because she forgot to check the temperature.

Chandra could hear her mother calling from the other room. "You know the rule. The cook chooses the meal. No need to defend yourself."

I just want to know you'll like it at least a little. That wasn't the house rule that mattered to Chandra right now. The only way she could get a ride to the university was if she made breakfast. Pia had told her that there was no reason to have to leave the house before Chandra, so she had to earn the ride, but Chandra was confident that it was just a ploy to force her to eat breakfast – a meal she would often forget about otherwise.

Despite just frying a few eggs, Chandra had to turn all the burners on. The hideous beige oven was the oldest thing in their house - including Pia - so the fuses would often go out. This used to make Chandra homesick since the oven was the only thing in their old house that did work.

By turning on everything, Chandra could just use whichever burner came on first. She flipped all the switches and began drumming on the grates to feel who would win the race. Once the southwestern competitor became too hot for Chandra's hand, she tossed the oil soaked pan on it and cracked her first two eggs. Now that she had no choice but to stand still, her mind drifted back to her dream.

Chandra covered a lot about dreams in Dr. Yanling's Intro to Psychology, but nothing she learned was standing out more than, 'our brain's are incapable of making up new faces. Anyone we see in a dream is a face we've seen in real life. It could be your best friend, it could be someone you saw once when you were five.' I wonder where I saw that girl. I've never had a sex dream with a face I couldn't name.

This was probably for the best. Chandra had a tendency to get week long obsessions with anyone she had an interment dream about even if there had been nothing more than cuddling. The downside was that this gave her brain the space to fixate on the other person that was there.Even though she got to see the man that murdered her dad get killed in front of her, it didn't leave her feeling good. Maybe if I got to kill him myself, there would have been some sense of satisfaction.

As fun as that might be, Chandra ultimately knew that no matter what happened to him in a dream, she would wake up and Baral would still be alive. If I could hold a gun to his face in person, what would I do? This was a question Chandra had been asking herself for years and she wanted to believe she could pull the trigger.

"Chandra!" Pia had yelled this in Chandra's ear which caused her to snap to and notice her eggs were entirely black and she had forgotten to turn the other three burners off. "You could have started a fire. What is going on in that head of yours?" Chandra knew that was meant as a rhetorical question, but her face must have shown there was a real answer and based on Pia's town, it must have not been a pleasant face. "What's wrong, dear?"

She refused to make eye contact with her mom as was usually the case in emotional situations. "I had a dream...Baral was in it."

Pia rested her head against her daughter's and softly told her, "well for what its worth, he's still rotting in prison and Padeem has assured me that's never going to change."

Yeah, prison. It's like a night club for monsters. "I didn't know you were still keeping tabs."

"Even if I didn't want to, Padeem would never leave me alone. They still want me to come home."

Pia had been instrumental in the Kaladesh Revolution. The people of the plane grew sick of the corrupt government, and stood against them. Chandra's father – Kiran – had died too early in the revolt to be widely recognized, but her mother helped lead the rebellion and is widely considered one of the greatest heroes in modern Kaladesh history.

Once the rebels won, a new government was formed, and Pia sat on the plane's interim counsel; when a plan for democracy was announced, it was assumed by everyone that Pia would end up in a position of power, so it was a shock when she opted to move to Dominaria to begin teaching.

No one was as upset or surprised as Chandra and she spent a long time resenting Pia for abandoning their home and everything they fought for – everything her father had died for. As she grew older, Chandra came to terms with it, but never fully understood it.

"They should have sentenced him to death."

Pia pulled herself away. "Not this again."

"He deserves it. You know I'm right."

"Of course you are, but we're above the brutality they're capable of."

"We could slowly torture every corrupt consulate member and we'd still be saints by comparison."

"I know its hard but try to remember, this is what your dad would have wanted and I think we can agree that his opinion counts for more than ours on this matter."

Chandra did have to agree. She wasn't sure where her vengeful nature came from as it had never been a part of either of her parents. "Fine. I guess you're right." She made sure to say it with as much disdain as possible.

Pia kissed the top of her daughter's head. "Good girl. Now go get ready. If you hurry, we'll have time to stop for food."