That night, Kate was slumped into a chair in the dorm common room. Janice had insisted Heath slept in the boys' dorm with the other male students, so Kate had decided to stay out in the common room all night to listen for any trouble.

It was a quarter to three when Janice caught her sleeping, but thought she must have been exhausted and left her be. Kate slept all night.

Kate awoke to a loud chatter as she found herself crammed in a seat between two talkative young girls at the table as Janice fed them all breakfast. She quickly stood up and pulled the caretaker aside.

"You let me sleep all night?" she nearly shrieked, trying her best to keep her temper.

"You seemed like you needed the rest, so I left you to it," Janice replied.

"But Heath-he's a prisoner, I'm supposed to be watching him!"

"I checked on him after I saw you asleep." Janice was lying.

"Are you sure? He could've been pretending!"

Once again, Janice was lying as she said, "Yes, I'm positive!" She handed the Ranger a bowl of oatmeal.

Kate stuck the spoon in her mouth and gave Janice angry looks as she went to sit at the boys' side of the table, where Heath had three empty bowls in front of him.

"Good morning Ranger!" he greeted her with a messy, oatmeal-covered smile. Kate tried not to be too grossed out.

"Good morning, Heath. Did you sleep well?"

Heath nodded as he shoveled another spoonful of oatmeal into his mouth. "Had good sleep all night," he mumbled through the food.

Kate grimaced. "Please don't talk with your mouth full."

This time Heath waited to finish that bite. "Sorry Ranger."

The bell rang a few minutes later. Heath and a few other students scurried about to get ready for class. Janice stopped Heath as he was running for the bathroom to hand him some folded-up clothes. "Heath! I got you your uniform," she said, shoving the clothes in his hands before he dashed away.

Kate waited impatiently for her charge to finish. He came back dressed in the school uniform. "It fits," he said simply.

"Great, now we can get going." The two ran downstairs to Ms. April's class.

Ms. April looked at Kate with distaste once they arrived. "Late again? Kate, is this your doing?" As neither of them answered, she waved off the question and began to teach.

"Today's lesson will focus on the Styler." Ms. April held up a School Styler. "This model was made strictly for our School. It has all the basic functions of the regular Capture Styler, with a few exceptions, such as its lack of the voicemail function."

Heath turned to look at Kate and was about to speak when she held a finger over her lips and pointed to Ms. April.

"Someday, those of you here to become Rangers and Operators will use that function daily to communicate. And someday, those of you here to become Mechanics may have to completely reassemble a Styler."

A few students snickered, probably the future Mechanics.

"Now here," Ms. April continued, walking over to a desk in the corner of the room, "I have two special School Stylers. These are just like the ones issued to the future Rangers of my class...except these do have the voicemail function. I will select two students, and those selected will practice using the voicemail function to communicate from a distance."

A plethora of hands shot up, including Heath's. Kate noted he was holding up both of his hands, and shook her head. Ms. April skimmed over the students as she picked up a Styler. "Ah, let's see... Oh? What's this?"

The hands stayed in the air.

Ms. April frowned. "My apologies, class...but I seem to be missing a Styler." She glanced at Kate. "Kate, would you be so kind as to fill in?"

"Sure," Kate replied.

"All right, class. I will instead choose one student, and that student will get to voicemail a Top Ranger!"

More hands were raised.

"Ah, let's see...Heath." Kate fell over.

Heath looked down at her. "Ranger? You are okay?"

"You didn't need to do that," Kate mumbled from the floor.

Heath flashed a wolfish grin at Kate as he received the Styler from Ms. April. He tapped a few buttons on the Styler and held it up to his mouth. "Vicemail! Vicemail!"

Kate's Styler beeped and Heath's voice, albeit muffled nearly to the point of illegibility, was heard from it. The class oohed and aahed.

A little girl walked up to Heath and tugged on his sleeve. "You said 'voicemail' wrong," she said.

"Vicemail?"

"No, voicemail."

Heath frowned. "..Vicemail?"

The girl sighed and walked away. "Whatever.."

Kate moaned from her position on the floor and pulled herself up into a sitting position. "Okay, Heath," she sighed, "you stay here where Ms. April can watch over you, and I'll go into the hall."

"Why?"

"So the voicemail works better." Kate climbed to her feet and walked out of the room. She stood in the center of the Ranger School logo on the floor in the hallway before contacting Heath. "Voicemail! Kate to Heath, come in Heath."

"It is me, Kei-Heath," was the response. Kate groaned.

"Enough fooling around, Heath." Kate looked around. "I'm going outside." She ran through the hall until she reached the door and stepped outside.

The wild Pokémon walked about, minding their own business as usual. The crates for Target Clear practice were still out, and Kate looked out over Ascension Square. She wondered if she would handle this year's Outdoor Class.

Kate didn't know she had been silent until Heath contacted her again. "Kate?" This startled her as she realized it was the first time he'd referred to her by name.

"Uh, yeah?"

"Ms. April wants Styler back now. Come soon."

"Yeah." She leisurely walked back to the classroom and resumed her place against the wall.

Heath handed back the Styler; Ms. April said he had been at his desk the whole time.

After a few minutes of putting the Styler away, Ms. April declared class dismissed and much like the previous day, the other students flocked around Heath's desk.

"Was it fun to use the special School Styler?" a boy asked.

Heath nodded in response.

"Why do you say vicemail instead of voicemail?"

"Vicemail!" he exclaimed with a shrug, leaving the inquirer without a real answer.

Kate sighed and wondered how Heath managed to get more attention as an adult student than she did as a Top Ranger.

Eventually Heath grew tired of the questions and stood up to leave. Kate grabbed his wrist. "Where are you going?"

"For food."

Kate checked Ms. April's clock; it was about the time Janice would make dinner for everyone. "Uh, yeah, okay." She quickly released his arm and followed two steps behind Heath as they walked upstairs.

They found that Janice had made meatloaf, and Heath rushed to eat some. He talked to Kate between his first and second servings. "Ranger?"

"Yeah?"

"I find Stylers last night. Put them in basement. Think I grabbed wrong one."

Kate stared at him, her tired brain taking a few minutes as she tried to figure out what he was talking about. "Oh, the initiation thing? You should've woken me up for that."

Heath shuffled around in his seat.

"Anyway, you said you grabbed the wrong Styler. What do you mean?"

"Think I took special vicemail Styler, not normal Styler."

"Oh...well, you had better tell Ms. April."

"I tell tomorrow." Heat licked his lips as Janice placed a second plate of meatloaf in front of him.

"Fine..." Kate sighed.