Reed sat in Dr. Oobleck's class, listening attentively to his history lecture. At least, that was until something caught his eye. A shadow passed by a window, briefly drawing his attention. He assumed it was a bird, and returned focus to Dr. Oobleck's lesson.

"Now, during this war, what distinct advantage made the Faunus archers such a deadly and overwhelming force? Does anyone have the answer?" Oobleck asked.

Reed raised his hand. Oobleck immediately zoomed over.

"Ah yes, Mr. Shaden! You of course would know all about this particular advantage. Please enlighten the class!" He announced.

"Wings." Reed stated. "The ability to fly gives any ranged combatant greater mobility, and allows them to outmaneuver any cover an opponent may have."

"Precisely!" Oobleck affirmed. "Flight gives a tactical edge so powerful that Atlas has since dedicated a major portion of their technology to gaining mastery over the sky!"

The bell rang, and a large portion of the class gave a collective sigh of relief. Oobleck announced the homework as quickly as he could before the class filed out. Once again, Reed's gaze was drawn to the window, but this time he saw more than just a shadow. There was a person, perched on a tree, just outside. He blinked, and the figure was gone.

Crimson put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, everything alright?"

"I saw someone." Reed said. "Sitting in the tree."

"Uh, I don't see anyone there." Crimson stated. "Come on, you're just tired."

He sighed. "Alright."

Later that day, as they all worked on their homework in the dorm, Reed took a seat next to Crimson. The boy didn't notice at first, focused on a rather lengthy essay.

"What's a synonym for grand?" He muttered.

"Extravagant." Reed replied.

Crimson looked up, seeing him. "Oh. Thanks." He quickly finished up the sentence, before moving the paper aside and turning to Reed. "Something on your mind?"

Reed rubbed his forehead. "I...haven't been sleeping well."

Crimson removed his sunglasses, showing his concerned eyes. "Nightmares?"

Reed nodded. "About...her..."

"How long?" Crimson asked.

"A week at most." Reed stated. "And...there's something else...remember I said I saw a person?" Crimson nodded. "It wasn't the first time...and the dreams started shortly after."

Crimson ran a hand through his hair. "You doing any extra credit? Projects? Anything on top of your normal workload?"

"Individual sparring." Reed admitted. "I spend my free period...venting."

Crimson nodded. "My best guess is that you're overworking yourself. I did it a lot too, remember when I first moved in? Steph saw and helped me through it."

Reed shook his head. "Crimson, that figure isn't just my imagination."

"Then we'll figure it out together." Crimson said. "But you need to relax first.

Reed sighed. "Alright...I'll try to take it easy."

"Good." Crimson stated. "If you keep seeing this figure, let me know."

Reed went to bed early that night, and though his dreams were still plagued with painful memories, his sleep was uninterrupted. That morning, he woke up like normal, going about his day. He showered, dressed, had breakfast, and headed to the lockers, noticing nothing out of the ordinary. That was, until Reed opened his locker to retrieve Schultz. Laying in his locker was a photo of Crimson, with the word "replacement" written over it.