March has once again found herself walking around the halls of the space station with no clear destination in her mind. Taylor having just been eliminated came as a shock to her, she never would've guessed it when everyone first arrived. She passes many rooms on her walk, the Bio-Dome that was in the first challenge being one of them. She can't help but admire the flora through the glass door, wondering how a show as intense as this could have something so peaceful and beautiful. She takes her device out from her pocket, taking a quick picture of it as a reminder for when the show is over. She looks down at the picture, smiling at it before tucking the device back into her pocket.

As she continues to walk past the Bio-Dome, she hears a faint voice coming from the auditorium nearby. Intrigued by who it could be, she walks towards the door, creaking it open just a little bit to see what's going on. To her shock, Archie is standing upon the stage, with what seems to be a journal in his hand. He scribbles a few things down in it with an intense expression on his face. Her imagination runs wild, wondering what her teammate could possibly be doing. She had previously tried to speak to him, but he didn't seem all too interested in being friends with her. Nonetheless, she still thought he was an interesting person, to say the least.

"Ew, what happened to his face?" she could imagine Luna saying those words in her head. The thought of someone being so rude left a bitter taste in her mouth as her smile changed to a slight frown. She hadn't spoken to Luna much yet, but by no means did she want to. After everyone introduced themselves, she just decided it would be better to avoid people like her. Keep out the extra negativity. But Archie was different. From the scars on his face and his hand, she knew that he had a story to tell. What was it though? She prayed that he hadn't done those things to himself.

Finally, Archie stopped writing in his journal, reading over what he had put down, and causing March to watch with intent through the small crack in the door.

"An empty vacuum

With a giant egoist's head

I stay in silence

Wondering, watching

Waiting for excitement

But it never seems to grab my hand

Nevertheless, I wait

I hope for a splash of joy

But yet, I'm stuck

Inside my shackles...hm...needs work I think..."

As he grabbed for his pencil once again, he scribbled over some words. March backed away from the door, a great smile on her face once more. Her mind now flushed with excitement from what she saw on accident, she headed back towards her room, passing some other contestants on her way, but not even noticing who they were. Before long, she found herself on her bed, sketching something of her own journal of sorts. After some time, she set her writing utensils down, revealing a drawing of Archie, atop a hill, speaking his poems to the stars, masterfully drawn. Carefully, she closes the journal, smiling as she places it on the small desk next to her bed.