Catra's fists collided repeatedly with the punching bag. Her stance was focused, legs apart and balanced on the balls of her feet. She took a breath and went in for a swing. "Yes Catra KILL IT!" Lonnie screeched, punching the air in her excitement. Catra ignored her but went in again, landing two punches swiftly to its gut and pretending to dodge an incoming blow to herself. "Yeah!" Lonnie screamed.

"Do you mind?" Catra snapped, although she couldn't keep the smile peaking from the corner of her lips. Lonnie crossed her arms, blushing slightly but otherwise ignoring Catra's retaliation.

"Your shoulders are too tight. You're going to use too much energy early on. Focus on your breathing, it will help," Rogelio joined in from Lonnie's side. Catra hadn't realized they were still together until he showed up the night before with a bouquet of flowers and a proclamation of love that made her want to barf. She ignored him as well, turning away from the happy couple. After they had arrived in their happiness bubble, Catra realized she could no longer escape the anger flooding her system. It had been their idea to bring here to the gym today. An idea Catra had initially fought, but now felt somewhat satisfied about.

"I think she wants to tire herself out. Maybe it'll calm her inner soul," Lonnie snickered, tossing a playful stare at Catra that got her a hiss in return. "I still think meditation would be better," She added.

"Or sedation," Rogelio mumbled, his eyes going wide as he watched Catra go in for another punch, forcing all of her strength behind the move as her fist made contact.

"I can still hear you."

"Good," Lonnie replied snidely. Catra had never truly felt grateful for Lonnie until recently and it felt unusual to spend one on one time with her. Still, Lonnie had stepped in for Scorpia, offering her singing voice alongside Catra's. The entire place had been surprised that Lonnie had a pair of pipes on her but no one more than Catra.

"I still think drinking would have been a better solution," Catra muttered, shaking out her hand from its crunched position.

"Scorpia took all the wine."

Catra groaned, "I know she took the wine." Little did anyone know that there was one stashed below her bed.

"And I took the one under your bed."

"GAH," Catra punched again without her glove on and hissed in pain. Rogelio chuckled.

"I think I'm done for the day," Catra replied, more to herself than the pair. She did feel better, although she wasn't about to admit that to the current group. No one had discussed Scorpia's lack of communication over the past few days, but Catra was sure she would return. If not for this weekend's show, perhaps the following. At least that's what she told herself.

"Me too. I'm tired," Lonnie said, yawning from her spot against the gym wall, where she had spent the entirety of their time there. Catra shook her head in amusement, throwing her stuff into a gym bag and pulling out her phone. She half expected a missed call from Double Trouble but her stomach flipped when Entrapta's name popped up instead.

"Yes!" Catra squealed excitedly, making Lonnie jump. She cast a look of pure happiness at the other, causing a mix of surprise and confusion from both. "Entrapta's back early. I gotta go." She stuffed her things carelessly into the bag, lugging it over her shoulder as she ran out the door. She didn't bother to check if Lonnie was behind her as she headed down the street.

Catra hadn't realized how much she missed her friend but over the past couple weeks she had started to look forward to their phone calls. Entrapta understood music more than anyone and welcomed Catra's passion without question. In turn, Catra accepted Entrapta, weirdness and all. She bounced excitedly with each step as she returned to the quiet apartment, washing the grime and sweat off her before preparing her return to the club, where she was sure Entrapta was heading. Before leaving, she made sure to grab the new lyrics and music she was proud to share. The band didn't have rehearsal today, one of the few days they've had off in awhile, but Catra wanted nothing more than to show Entrapta what she had. She paused for a moment, hand on the doorknob. It was an odd sensation to be meeting a friend, a real friend, that wasn't Adora. The sudden thought caused a tighteness in her chest but she breathed through it. She was allowed to have friends. She did have friends. With or without she who must not be named.

Entrapta, unsurprisingly, was tinkering with some new equipment up on the balcony of the Crimson Waste when Catra made her entrance. Entrapta's purple hair stuck out over the edge of the banister while she listened to the band currently practicing on stage. Catra hadn't spoken to the group but knew they were also a small band now playing the Wednesday night slot. She slipped past them with a passing nod, joined her friend at the edge.

"Hey Entrapta," Catra said casually. Entrapta perked up, her head whipping around with glee. Suddenly, Catra found herself entangled in a whirl of purple hair and screams. The band below pausing momentarily to give a look of concern up at the balcony before deciding to ignore them entirely. Catra blushed with embarrassment.

"Catra!" Entrapta yelled, unphased by her surroundings as she wrapped her arms around the other, pulling her to the dirty floor and giving her a smooch on her cheek that made Catra's blush only deepen.

"Alright alright," Catra laughed, shoving the other off. Entrapta beamed but released her, already returning to whatever machinery she had decided to work on today. Catra grumbled at the dirt on her arms and shook it off. "Where are the others?" She asked in earnest.

"No rehearsal today," Catra replied coolly, relieved that Entrapta wouldn't see Scorpia's lack of appearance. Entrapta nodded.

"That's sad. I've been listening to these guys all morning. They haven't yelled at each other once. It's been very unamusing."

Catra balked. "Yeah sounds terrible. Bands that don't fight definitely won't make it," She rolled her eyes sarcastically. Entrapta stopped what she was doing, turning an eye to her friend.

"What's different about you?" Entrapta asked.

"That's not a very nice thing to ask someone," Catra rebuttled, crossing her arms. The other just tapped a finger on her chin. "Hm I'll think on it," Entrapta continued, returning her attention to a wire poking out of the machine. "When will Adora be back?"

Catra's stomach dropped. She must have told Entrapta. Although now that she thought about it, the pair had always prioritized the music stuff. Still, she had assumed someone had told her. Entrapta waited patiently for an answer, her attention still enthralled in her work. She hadn't noticed the color draining from Catra's face or how her jaw set in a grind from her question.

"I have music for you to listen to," Catra shoved the papers in front of Entrapta's face, content to see the distraction take hold.

"Gimme." Entrapta snatched at it, dropping whatever she was working on to read them over. "Hm. Hm. Interesting."

"What? What's wrong with it?" Catra asked with concern.

"Well, you avoided my question about Adora for one," Entrapta didn't even bat an eye, didn't raise her gaze to the other as she pulled a pen from somewhere within her hair and started marking the sheet music and lyrics. Catra watched as the other scratched out a whole line with a cluck of her tongue. The simple act made her cringe.

"She won't be back," Catra mumbled, keeping her eyes on her nails and away from her friend. If she had known this was the conversation in store for her, perhaps she would have held off. She felt Entrapta's eyes on her, or more specifically - stopped hearing her scratch at the paper.

"Why?"

Catra tried to laugh but it came out high and forced. "Why does anyone leave? Because I drive them away."

"When?"

"A week after we signed that deal. To stay here."

"How?"

"What are you a detective?" Catra shot back. Entrapta dropped her gaze back to the music, scrunching her eyebrows and shaking her head at another line.

"No one wants to hear a pity song," She returned the paper to Catra, "Stop making it about you being right. That's your issue." She returned to tinkering with the machine. "And for christ sake give Bow a drum solo. He talks about it anytime I call him." Catra nodded, reading over the notes. She was right and Catra knew it. How poetic for the song in front of her.

"And…," Entrapta paused, "I don't think I'd make a very good detective," She added, appearing thoughtful, "I should have guessed based off your recent lyrics that Adora wasn't here but I just thought that was your style." She shrugged but there was an apology in there, perhaps that she hadn't asked about it.

"Heartbreak is my style," Catra responded with a wink. Entrapta pretended to gag and they both chuckled. She was still looking at Catra, head cocked to the side like a bird.

"What?" Catra asked, exasperation in her voice.

"It's just… surprising," Entrapta appeared deep in thought, her gaze shifting to the band on stage and then around them towards the door that led to the first floor. Her lips went tight as she stared at it. Catra followed her gaze in confusion. Finally, she shrugged, walking over to take a seat away from the edge of the balcony. Catra followed out of curiosity.

"What are you thinking, super brain?" Catra said coolly, trying to keep the curiosity out of her tone.

"Oh just thinking about myself. My own love," Entrapta winked, a smile trickling from her lips in a memory Catra couldn't see. She was surprised and must have given an expression that read the same because Entrapta laughed when she noticed. "An old love, I promise," Entrapta smiled, "Ya little jealous pants." Catra rolled her eyes as Entrapta continued. "You remind me of him sometimes. He always blamed himself for everything. Anger issues but always truly directed at himself. He, like you, never understood his true self worth. He does now. I keep up with him and his scientific work. We used to work in a lab together. It was a good environment. Something I almost pursued instead of music." She clicked a button on the side of the machine and a steady drumbeat clicked out of it. She nodded with content and turned it off, moving on to the next one.

"What happened?" Catra asked. Entrapta waved her hands lazily about.

"Life. As it turned out, we were both too in love with our work to sacrifice it." Again, Entrapta looked to the door. "Anyways. I believed more in Adora. Although she seemed upset the last time I saw her." Entrapta clicked another button and a bass drum clicked out of it. She nodded, but whatever smile appeared quickly vanished. "Maybe I could've helped." Her expression looked pained.

"There was no help. I didn't even see her the day she dumped me so I doubt you did."

Entrapta shook her head. "Probably not but she ran by me on the stairs the morning after we all went out," Entrapta nodded towards the door. "I came up here to watch you since you were practicing on stage. I half thought she was you at first, it caught me by surprise." She paused, chewing on her lip. "I never know what to do when someone's sad. I don't think I reacted right. I'm terribly sorry."

Catra was staring at her. Her mind running a mile a minute. "That's the day she left."

"Oh dear," Entrapta grimaced.

"No no," Catra put a hand up, pausing her, and stood to her feet. "You're telling me she came here?"

"You didn't know?"

Catra's mouth hung slightly open. "She was… on the balcony." Catra thought back to that morning. They had been happy, Adora was in her arms. Catra had tried and failed to talk to her but planned to. She was just so happy in that moment to have their bodies cradled again each other, without a worry.

But then Catra had left her phone on the table. She inhaled sharply and took out her phone, scrolling through her phone calls searching for any from that morning. Something in her gut told her she'd find it and her eyes widened as they fell on a 5 minute conversation from that morning. With Double Trouble. Catra clenched her jaw. "Who was up here?" Catra asked, trying to keep her voice calm and controlled. Entrapta didn't respond for a moment and Catra grabbed her by the shoulder, shaking her. "Who was up here?!" She repeated loudly, making Entrapta's eyes widen in surprise.

"I'm not sure! I mean the whole band was on stage so…"

Catra let out a groan. How she hated being wrong. Not that she knew anything… yet. Entrapta peered over, her expression a mix of concern and intrigue. "Why do I have a feeling you're going to do something impulsive?"

"Not me. Us," Catra smiled wickedly. Something glistened in Entrapta's eyes and she stopped her tinkering to stand next to the other. A warm hand slid into Catra's but neither flinched or moved. A mischievous grin spread across Entrapta's cheeks. Friends, preparing for battle.

"Tell me what you need."

"How comfortable are you with doing some light computer hacking?" Catra raised an eyebrow.

"Very," Entrapta confirmed. Catra nodded, satisfied with her response.

"Let's get the band together. I think I may just have a plan."