Nate slowly opened his eyes. He was laying down on a cold, hard surface. The grooves he felt on the ground told him that he was lying on tile. The cool tiles on his cheek felt nice, but this was no time for a nap. He sat up from the ground and adjusted his eyes to the new light. Looking around, he saw the legs and undersides of desks and chairs scattered about the room he found himself in. A podium sat at the front of the room, facing all of the desks. Behind the podium was a blank chalkboard with no chalk or erasers near it. He put his right arm on the desk closest to him, and tried to stand up. His legs felt a little weak, but he was in ok shape.

He deduced that this was a classroom, probably in Hope's Peak. But how did he get inside? The last thing he remembered was opening the door to the school. He took another look around, and noticed something peculiar. On one of the walls in the room were two large iron plates. What were they for? So many questions danced in Nate's mind, but the first thing he should find out is where he was. He walked over to a door on the other end of the classroom and put his hand on the knob. Hopefully this time he wouldn't collapse somewhere again. Opening the door, he looked to the left and right cautiously. He saw nothing but hallway on each side. As much as he was afraid to go beyond the classroom, he couldn't stay there all day. Collecting himself, Nate turned left out the door. Down the dimly lit hallway were doors leading to other classrooms on the walls. After what seemed like about a kilometer's journey, there was a turn on the hallway ahead. As Nate turned the corner, he was so transfixed on the mysterious striped walls and checkered ceiling that he didn't see the person who was also coming around the other side of the corner. The two bumped into each other and sent them on a one way trip to the floor below.

"Down here again?" Nate was a little agitated from being on the ground once more.

He looked up and took a look at who he ran into. It was a girl. She had also collapsed, and started to rub her head as she sat up. She gave off a really serious feeling vibe. Her dark navy business suit looked a little wrinkled, and the tie guarding her dress shirt underneath her suit seemed to have tried to escape its container. She got on her knees and began to feel around on the floor.

"My glasses…", she stammered, looking with her hands on the floor, "You made me drop my glasses…"

Nate picked up on the hint to help, and looked around on the floor. On his left were the glasses. He picked them up, but noticed the right lens was a little cracked. He handed them to the girl, who snatched them quickly from his hands.

"Sorry, they're a little cracked." Nate apologized.

"Great, thanks." She said sarcastically, "Can you watch where you're going next time?"

"Yeah, sorry again."

She hesitated a bit, but she put the glasses back on. They smoothly fit between her ear and her black licorice colored hair, which was neatly styled as a bun in a top knot.

"Speaking of which," Nate broke the ice, "Where am I going?"

"You're lost too?" The girl said, alluring to being in the same boat.

"Looks like I haven't gone crazy." Nate and the girl got up from the ground.

"Where are we, anyway?" Nate asked.

The girl sighed and shrugged. It seemed she was as dazed as him. She suddenly snapped out of her confused state and asked, "Hey, do you think we are inside the school, Hope's Peak itself? I woke up in a classroom, and the last thing I remember was walking inside the building."

"That happened to me, too." Nate replied, "I think we are in Hope's Peak, it's the most logical answer."

She paused and considered the possibility, then asked "Are you a new student?"

"Yep."

"Me too." She said, sounding somewhat relieved.

"What class are you in?"

"1-A, how about you?"

"Same."

The girl's face brightened up a little bit, but her eyes still had the same worried look.

"So since we are in the same class," She said, matter of factly, "We should introduce ourselves. My name is Laura. Laura Jordan. What's your name? Oh, and what's your talent?"

"Nate McMillon." He answered, "And for my talent…"

His mind went blank. His talent, what was it again? He had to have one to be accepted into the school, so what was it? As hard as he tried, he couldn't quite remember.

"Well, I kind of don't know, to be honest."

"You don't know? That sounds suspicious."

"Yeah? Well what's your talent then?"

"I…" Laura hesitated, "I don't remember."

Nate gave her a blank stare, but shrugged it off. Taking another look around both halls, he turned back to Laura and asked, "So I guess we should find out where in the school we are."

"I agree." She concurred, "The way I came from is a dead end. How about you?"

"The hall went down for quite a bit in the opposite direction I came from. Do you wanna check out what's down there?"

"Okay, that seems to be our only option, anyway."