It was late when Hunk and Lance had returned from their Pizza and Babes, as Lance had proclaimed they'd call it.

"Hey Pidge, what work did you get done?" Lance asks almost tauntingly. The small girl practically jumps out of her skin once she realized she was no longer alone.

"Oh-uh I got work done." She stuttered, unsure on what to say exactly. She couldn't just come right out and say 'Oh, I just broke into Headmaster Iverson's office and illegally downloaded some intel to prove my dad and brother are still alive. Oh, did you know the Garrison is plotting on destroying humanity?' Because of course, that would be simply too blunt and completely uncalled for.

"What kind of work?" Lance presses, and Pidge internally panics.

"Uh, just double modulating systems, downloading and building databases for protecting tests and homework.." She rambles, hoping to throw him off. It surprisingly worked, and he wasn't up in her face anymore.

"Why don't we wash up for bed, guys?" Hunk suggests. Lance nods and they both go down to the bathroom. Pidge finishes up re-reading the code for the ninety-eighth time and sighs. She truly was getting somewhere. She shuts her laptop and leaves it on her pillow. She grabs her toothbrush, toothpaste, and a t-shirt that was way too big for her, and made her way down to the bathrooms.

"Hey, Pidge." Hunk greets as she enters. She doesn't acknowledge him, and simply does what she needed to. She went into a changing stall and got changed into her pajamas.

She didn't even hear them say bye to her as Hunk helped Lance with his facial mask and products.

"And then it was like, Pow! Pow!" Came Lance's voice as Hunk opened the door. Lance was making finger guns, and as Hunk closed the door, he also shook his head.

"It's more like, pkchao pkchao." Hunk adds, and Lance sighs.

"What is that.?" Pidge asks, working on her laptop barely even looking up. Hunk and Lance stopped and climbed into their bunks.

"I can't wait for breakfast, tomorrow." Hunk moans, and Lance chuckles.

"Yeah, you really can't, man." He smiles. The two boys talk until around eleven, where they become too tired to speak. Hunk shifts his side to be facing the open area of the room. Pidge was wide awake, typing away on her laptop, but she didn't think anybody else was awake, so she took liberty in whispering to herself.

"And if I double modulate this piece of code, it should configure, causing this virus to spread.. aha! Unhackable." She smiles to herself, and Hunk smiles in the dark. Pidge really did take working seriously. Hunk closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift asleep to the soft clicks of Pidge's keyboard…

"Matt would be so proud.." she yawns, leaned back against the wall. Papers and charts littered her bed, an empty energy drink can on her desk. Her laptop sat open on her crossed legs, casting a faint glow into her face, reflecting off of her glasses.

She was tired… but she… had to.. get.. this done…. gah, she could finish in the morning.

A blaring alarm clock later, everybody was awake. Well Pidge and Hunk were, Lance had fallen back asleep. Pidge left to go use the restroom, leaving Hunk with Lance duty.

"C'mon, man.. get up! You'll be late for breakfast!" Hunk whines, and minutes later Lance had gotten up. The two friends had gotten changed, yet Pidge still hadn't returned. Lance decided to snoop around slightly. 'I just want to see what he's working on!' Was his reasoning.

Lance help up one of the charts and stared at it with confusion. It had what appeared to be static, a long series of squiggly lines, but in the middle of it all were variations of a line, short, long, in all sorts of patterns. Lance had put the paper back when Pidge's phone rang. Hunk and Lance looked at each other as they read the name of the caller.

"So his mom is calling.." Lance muttered aloud. Pidge re entered the room and picked up the phone, and answered.

"Hey, is everything okay?" She says into the phone. Hunk couldn't hear anything, but Lance had ears like a dog.

"I'm afraid your mother has been refusing to eat at all. She had a heart failure at around 6 this morning, I'm so sorry for your loss…" the woman at the other end replies with sincerity.

"O-oh. I'm glad she isn't suffering anymore. Thanks for telling me." She whispered, and hung up.

"What was that about?" Hunk asked, noticing how upset Pidge looked.

"Uh, we just had to put down my dog, Gunther." She replies, and Hunk extends his arms for a hug. She looks at him, puzzledly

"What are you doing?" She asks, and he simply laughs.

"Giving you a hug!" He replies, and Pidge found herself tightly embraced by her roommate, who she noted was like a giant teddy bear compared to her small frame

"Why would you hug me…?" She asks after the embrace had ended. Hunk looked into her eyes and smiled.

"Because you're my friend, and you needed it." He states kindly, Pidge's lip curved into a strange smile, and she put her phone into her back pocket.

"T-thanks.. and let's get breakfast." She replies, and exits the room, followed by Lance and Hunk.

The three of them had arrived at the dining hall and got into line to pick what they wanted from the buffet. Pidge stood silently in line, and awaited her turn to collect her meal. She was handed a plate, and stepped forward. She scooped a small amount of eggs with a little bacon, plus one small muffin. She filled a glass of milk and walked over to sit at a table that wasn't very crowded.

"Mind if I sit here?" A voice cuts in. She turns to see a pale boy with jet black hair, styled into a mullet. He had violet and wore a red hoodie and denim jeans.

"Sure." She replied without emotion. He sat down and picked at his eggs, taking small bites just as Pidge did. They didn't talk, which was nice. He seemed pretty antisocial, which meant Pidge didn't have to deal with constant rambling.

"Oh.. I'm Keith" he yawns, leaning forward, resting his head in his hand, elbow on table.

"Pidge." She replied, taking another bite of her eggs, when she decided she was full. She dropped her plate off at the dishes belt, and sat back down. Keith had put in earbuds, and Pidge could hear Black Parade blasting out of them. Bags hung under his eyes, mirroring Pidge's own.

Pidge took out her phone and opened instagram, looking through her alerts she found multiple insults, telling her she was unimportant, happy she has moved away, and things like that. She hit 'Add Account' and filled it out as Pidge Gunderson. New person, fresh start.

Within seconds Lance had managed to find her profile and follow her. She rolled her eyes and sighed. She put her phone in her pocket and got up to leave the dining hall. She hoped she sat with Keith more often, she didn't have to even socialize and it was amazing.

"Pidgeon!" Lance yelled, running to catch up with her. Hunk wasn't too far behind, and she looked at them both.

"..can I help you?" She asks, her hand extending for her wallet before she stopped herself.

"Just wondering if you wanted to go to the movies..? HellFest just came out, and me and Hunk are going." He rambles.

"Sure," Pidge shrugs, hiding her excitement. She needed to maintain a cool and calm image, she would not get picked up on and taken under watchful eye, no, she couldn't let that happen.

"Wait, really?" Lance asked soon after, and Pidge became confused.

"You want me to go.. right?" She verifies. Lance nods furiously and she walks off towards the library.

"Wow. He's coming out of his shell." Hunk remarked, and Lance snorted. He wrapped his neck and they march off to the dorm like the idiots they were.

"Maybe He isn't so bad." Lance sighs as he opens the door to their dorm, letting Hunk in first. Closing the door behind him, they take a seat on Hunk's bed.

"Well, I know you heard what actually happened this morning, and that Pidge was lying about it.. what happened?" Hunk asked and Lance verified Pidge wasn't at the door in that moment.

"His mom died." Lance sighed, and Hunk's face fell.

"Awh, that must be pretty hard on him. Why don't we go out and get him a cake?" He suggested. Lance nodded to the idea, and stood up.

"It would also be a good way to maybe get to know him better!" Lance adds in, and Hunk nodded. They left the room and signed off of campus in the common room. Walking down the streets, they arrived in town.

"Does he have any allergies….?" Lance finally cuts into the silence. Hunk froze and slowly turned around.

"Yeah maybe this isn't such a great idea.." he chuckled, and the two friends began walking back to the Garrison's campus. Re entering their dorm, Lance collapsed onto Hunk's bed, and groaning loudly.

"Classes are starting tomorrow, and ehhhh…" he grunts, pulling one of Hunk's pillows into his face. "Kill me" he whines, and Hunk chuckles. Taking back his pillow, he collapses alongside Lance.

"Why didn't he cry?" Hunk sighed, staring at the wooden planks of the top bunk. Lance turned his head towards his best friend.

"Hm?" He asked, clearly exhausted from the walk to and back from town. Hunk sighed, and turned his head towards Lance.

"His mom died, man. And he didn't cry," Hunk clarified, and Lance thought for a few minutes.

"I'm.. not sure" Lance finally replied, returning to his s position, staring at the ceiling where Hunk had placed stars that would faintly glow after exposure to light.

And of course, that was the moment Pidge had entered the room. Of course, she also had no idea what was going on while she burst in, so she didn't bat an eye at Lance and Hunk's frozen and tired faces. Dropping her laptop onto her bed, she layed down and took off her glasses, resting them on her desk.

"So, when is the movie?" She asks, and Lance ponders for a moment, before jolting up.

"In like an hour! Let's go, go go!" He shouts, Pidge and Hunk struggling to get up. Pidge grabs her glasses and picks up a hoodie. She tossed it on and slipped on her black converse. Hunk slips on his army boots, and Lance gets his sneakers on.

"How far away is the theater?" Pidge asks, pocketing her phone and pushing hair that slid out of its place behind her ear.

"Bout's half an hour away." Hunk answers, and she opens the door. Lance pushes Hunk, and grabs Pidge's arm at the last second. The two of them get dragged down the hallway, and onto a public bus. Lance tells the busdriver their location, and they all walk to the back of the bus, once again one elongated seat. Pidge sighs and takes the window seat, gazing out as the bus moved along the roads.

"I'm so excited!" Lance squeals, and Hunk pats his back. Pidge shifts her attention to her two roommates, and watches the scene play out

"I'm honestly nervous, I mean, like, people die! I know it's fake, but I still always feel bad…" Hunk explained, and Pidge subconsciously nodded along. Hunk was right, innocent people died… like her mom. No, she'd have to stop thinking that way if she wanted to find her father and brother.

"I think it may be a good break for me to loosen up." Pidge states truthfully. She really had made progress, understanding the reason they disappeared. She simply needed to find where they were, and if it was a super weapon of sorts, it would emit signals that would screw with her radioactive wave scanners. She just needed a place with a strong signal to begin her scans.

"You've been working non stop and school hasn't even started! You need to chill out, man!" Lance replies, and Pidge sighs. He had a good reason, but she had an even better one. This was something she couldn't possibly just "Chill out" with. It was a life and death matter, people's lives were at stake. And she wouldn't be able to live with herself if people died because she became lazy.

"I.. guess." she replies, not really meaning it. If he was bothered by it, she'd just work when she's most awake, night time.

Their conversation and thoughts were cut off as the bus stopped to let them out for the movie. Lance had sprinted off the bus, but Hunk and Pidge had just walked off like normal people. They had met up with Lance at the entrance and entered the building. The trio had gotten in line to buy their tickets, and waited.

"Hello, I'm Veronica. How may I help you?" the woman behind the counter greeted with a strained smile.

"Three tickets to Hellfest, please." Hunk asked politely, handing her a fifty dollar bill. She placed it into the cash register, taking out three tickets and handing them to Hunk. Lance stepped out from behind Hunk, and Veronica groaned.

"Please tell me you're not here to get free food, Lance." She groaned, and Lance shook his head.

"No, I'm here with my friends to watch a movie." He smirked, and she gawked. Looking him in the eyes, and snorted.

"You? Friends? Ha!" She laughed, shooing them to the food line so she could deal with the next people in line.

"Yep, well that's my sister." Lance shrugged, ordering a soda and some popcorn. Everyone had ordered a soda and some popcorn as well, and they walked off to the theater that Hellfest was showing in. They picked seats in the middle, and sat down for the movie. Previews played, and the movie began.

"Dude, this isn't funny anymore." The girl on screen muttered. Seconds later she was murdered, and Hunk had jumped in his seat.

"Aw, liked her." He whispered to Lance, who chuckled. The movie ended about half an hour later, and the trio began picking up their trash, tossing it out as they exited the theater. They got onto the bus, and road back home. Pidge stared out the window, while Lance and Hunk discussed the movie.

"Pidge, it's our stop." Hunk nudged. Pidge jumped and nodded, scurrying out after her two roommates. They entered the dorm, and Pidge collected her supplies to take a shower. Hunk went to go get snacks.

Lance had been straightening up his bed when Pidge's phone rang, he was alone in the room, and didn't know if he should check who it was. Though, she had a phone that announced the name out loud, so it would say who it was eventually.

"Call from, Max." It read. Lance was curious now, who was Max. Hesitantly, he picked up the phone, Pidge wouldn't get too mad at him for reading her messages, right?

"Hello?" He asked into the phone.

"Hey, Katie. Did you kill yourself, yet?" The voice from the other end asked. Freaked out, Lance hung up. Katie? Who was Katie? Did the guys have the wrong number? No, he was in Pidge's contacts…

Wait, was Pidge a girl?

Lance dropped the phone back onto Pidge's desk, and sat down on his desk chair, staring at the wall.

"Maybe he has a twin named Katie..?" He mutters to himself, catching a glimpse of a picture sticking out of a book. Walking over to the book, he picks it up and takes out the photo. It was of two similar looking kids, one looking like Pidge, the other was a girl with long hair. Their arms were wrapped around each other, and they were smiling. He put the picture back, and puts the book back on his shelf.

"Hey, man." Hunk greets, coming into the room with an armful of potato chip bags, and dumping them on his bed.

"Hey!" Lance smiles, forgetting about the Katie incident. Pidge just had a twin named Katie, Max had pranked Pidge, simple as that

"Hungry?" Hunk asks, extending his hand, holding a potato chip bag to Lance. Lance accepts the bag and opens it, dumping some chips into his mouth, crunching.

"Hey," Pidge says, entering the room. She was in green pajamas, and looked exhausted. Her hair was dripping wet. She climbed into her bed and pulled her laptop close to her. Lance threw away his empty chip bag and climbed into his bed, Hunk soon following suit. Clicking of computer keys echoed throughout the room, accompanied by Hunk's loud snores.

"Hey, Pidge?" Lance asks, turning his body to face the small kid working at one am. She paused her typing.

"Hm?" she asks, continuing her typing on her laptop. Lance seriously wondered what she was working on, to keep her up so late before the school year even started.

"Do you have any siblings..?" he asked, and she paused her typing once again. She couldn't say she had an older brother, that'd be suspicious.

"Uhm.. I have a twin named Katie." she lied, hoping Lance would buy it. Well, he'd fallen for her disguise and past lies, so there was nothing giving away. It was just a little white lie so she could survive, finding her family.

"Cool. I have two sisters, and two brothers. You met Veronica earlier at the theater, Rachel is going to Leon Academy this year. Marco graduated, and Luis is just in seventh grade." Lance whispers, clicking continuing through the following silence.

"You should sleep." Pidge informs Lance blankly, dimming her screen slightly. Lance sighs and sits up slightly.

"You should too, it's almost two am." Lance replies, and Pidge mumbles something about a database before shutting her laptop, moving it to her desk.

"Yeah, we do have classes tomorrow. Good night." she mutters, pulling her sheets up to her shoulders and closing her eyes, inhaling slowly in a calming pattern. Lance fell asleep, and Pidge soon after.

Blinding rays of sunlight hit Romelle's face as she slowly blinked open her eyes. Sitting up, she slipped on her pink slippers and stood, walking over to her roommate, Allura's, bed. Slowly nudging her, Allura turned and groaned.

"Just five more dobashes…" she mumbles, and Romelle snickers. Nudging Allura again, the tanned girl sat up, rubbing her sky blue eyes. "Morning already?" She yawns, stretching out her arms. Getting out of bed, Allura's waves fell elegantly over her shoulders.

"Get up, you lazy lump! It's our first day of classes!" Romelle squeaks, and Allura giggles.

"Alright, alright, I'm getting up!" She laughs, patting the large terrarium that her four mice lived in.

"I'm going to get changed." Romelle announced, and Allura nodded as she herself approached her dresser to pull out a sky blue sundress. She pulled it over her shoulders and sat down to fix up her makeup.

Romelle had put on a pink and white plaid skirt with a white cropped T-shirt. Her hair pulled back in two pigtails. Once Allura was ready, the two girls pulled on their shoes and headed to the dining hall.

"Morning, Pidge!" Romelle smiles cheerfully as she stood next to said person in the line for the buffet. Pidge turns and awkwardly waves.

"Morning, Romelle." She says tiredly, bags clearly hanging under her eyes. Allura came up behind Romelle and smiled warmly.

"Good morning! You must be Pidge!" She smiles, extending a hand for Pidge to shake. "I'm Allura." She introduces as the three girls were handed plates. Stepping forward in line, they scooped up bits of egg and bacon, and collected glasses of water, milk, or juice.

"So where do you sit?" Romelle asks kindly and Pidge simply shrugs.

"I usually sit with Keith, we just eat and listen to Panic! At the Disco." She explained, and walked towards Keith, his earbuds already in his ear as he nodded along to the beat she recognized as High Hopes.

"Well, we'll see you later!" Romelle says as she and Allura take a seat at one of the larger tables with Lance and Hunk.

"I'm Romelle, this is Allura." The blonde introduces to the two boys sitting across from them.

"Name's Lance." The tanned boy winks, and Allura groans loudly.

"I'm Hunk." The other boy shyly smiles, and Romelle returns the gesture.

"So, are you two roommates?" Romelle asks, and they nod.

"Well, Pidge is also our roommate. We got the triple this year." Hunk explains thoroughly. Romelle nods, and takes a large bite of her eggs.

"What do you have first?" Lance asked the group, who all peered down at their phones to look at their schedules.

"I have art first." Romelle announces, and Allura sighs with frustration.

"I do as well! I'm terrible at drawing! Once I tried to draw my NanNan, but it looked like a flan-bil-diplor!" She whines, referencing one of the mythological creatures of the Altean religion.

"There, there." Romelle says calmly, patting Allura's back as she slumped into the table. "I'm sure we won't be starting any projects today." She added, which did make Allura feel slightly better.

"I have coding." Hunk shrugs, shutting off his phone and putting it into his pocket.

"Dance." Lance responds, and smirks with passion. He had been dancing since elementary school, and he didn't care that he would be judged for it.

"How exciting!" Romelle squeals, clasping her hands together, excited for what the day would bring.

Pidge and Keith ate in silence, both listening to their own depressing music, losing themselves in thought.

Half an hour had passed, and Pidge took her dishes to the belt and sat back down, taking out her computer. She had coding first, which was exciting. She was probably not going to learn anything, but it would be nice to sharpen her skills a bit more.

Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Pidge tucked her laptop under her arm and exited the dining hall on her way to the computer lab, which was in the library.

Halfway there, Hunk jogged up next to her clearly out of breath from his run. Catching his breath, he slowed his pace to not get too far ahead of Pidge.

"What— class?" He asked, still catching his breath.

"Coding." She replied, adjusting her grip on her laptop. She straightened her back and pushed through the library door.

"Me too!" He smiles, finally breathing at a normal speed.

"Cool." She replies, opening the door for the computer lab and taking a seat.

"Keith Kogane?" The dance teacher called, looking up from her list and scanning the room.

"Here." Mumbled a low voice, uninterested in being in the large room full of people. He only expected like five other dancers, not twenty.

"Ina Leifsdottir?" The teacher asked once more, and a pale hand shot up signalling that she was present.

"Lance McClain?" She asked, setting the clipboard down. Looking around the room once more.

"Here and ready to dance!" Lance announced with spirit, causing a few of the fellow dancers to groan.

"Okay! File up and stretch out. I'm your teacher, Miss Luxia." She announced. Miss Luxia has long blue and yellow hair pulled back in loops, she had sky blue eyes and wore black leggings with a tank top.

As the beginning of the year, the class had been split up into two groups of ten for a dance-off, a fun way to show Miss Luxia their skills. Within each group, every member was given a number between one and ten, to determine their opponent.

"Three!" Miss Luxia called, and Lance stepped forward, as well as Keith. Lance began with ballet, gracefully leaping and diving, balanced on his toes. Keith took a different approach. It was like a mix between gymnastics, dance, and fighting. He'd dodge to sides, roll and backflip up, and he landed in a crouched position. Lance!s jaw dropped, and he shook his head.

"Woah!" One of the girls on Keith's team, Nadia, gasped. "He's better than Lance!" She adds, and said person clenches his fists in anger.

"Team Red gets a point." Luxia announces, refereeing that Keith's dancing had won. Lance worked so hard, to be beaten by a short emo mullet!

Romelle and Allura had arrived at the art center and had taken a seat at a table. A woman with dyed blue and blonde hair pulled back in two pigtails sat up from her desk.

"Hey! I'm Miss Nagua, but just call me Plaxum." She introduces with a kind smile. Allura's face brightened, perhaps art wouldn't be as horrid as she imagined.

"Hello, Plaxum!" Romelle smiles, waving gently towards the art teacher. Plaxum giggled and walked towards the front of the room, airplaying something from her tablet.

"Today we're just going to draw how we see ourselves, and some background information." She announces, and Allura sighs, she just needed a stick figure, right?

In no time, it was lunch, and Lance had grudgingly made his way to sit down next to Hunk, and surprisingly Pidge was at the table as well. Romelle and Allura entered the building soon after. The five of them had no classes together in the morning, only afternoons.

"What's wrong, man?" Hunk asked, putting down his halfway eaten burger to look at Lance.

"This emo kid beat me in dance!" He whines, smacking his head onto the table. Allura sighed and shook her head,

"Who?" Pidge asked, nibbling on a peanut-butter cookie. Her glasses were on the table on top of her laptop, and her amber eyes looked exhausted.

"Keith!" Lance whined. "Keith beat me at a dance off! He beat me! Lance dance revolution!" He adds to his statement, leaning on his elbow, taking a bite out of an apple.

"Keith Kogane?" Pidge asked, finishing her cookie and wiping her hands with a napkin.

"Yeah!" Lance confirmed, and she looked over at a corner where Keith sat alone, listening to earbuds,

"He can dance?" She gawked, putting on her glasses to look closer. "No way!" She adds, turning back to the table. She got up to put her plate away and sat back down, waiting for lunch to be over. The group had realized they all had Space Exploration Religion together after lunch, which excited Pidge and Hunk, at least about the space exploration part.

"I believe we may cover Altean and Galran! Two of the most overlooked religions!" Romelle squeals, and Allura laughs.

"We should get going to the academic center." Pidge said, looking up from her watch. She pulled her hoodie over her black t-shirt and tossed her bag over her shoulder, picking her laptop up and tucking it under her arm.

"Yeah, c'mon guys." Hunk smiled, gathering his bag as well as he stood next to Pidge. The remaining three teens dealt with their plates and headed out the door. They walked into the academic center, following the room numbers until they entered the class.

Keith looked up from his phone as the five people entered the room. The tables had name tags, and Lance was furious that he was sitting next to his 'Nemesis'. Romelle and Allura were together, Hunk was with a girl named Shay, who arrived minutes after the others, and seemed very sweet. As the professor entered the classroom and took a seat at his desk, a boy with long white hair and violet eyes entered and took his seat next to Pidge.

"Ah, greetings! I'm Coran!" the professor smiled, twirling his mustache. He picked up a clipboard and looked over it. "Time for a role call! Lotor Auriande?" He asked, and the boy next to Pidge blew a strand of hair away from his face.

"Here." He mumbles in a british accent, looking like he'd rather be dead than in the class.

"Shay Balmeran?" He called next, and the girl next to Hunk shyly raised her hand, silently whispering 'here'.

"Hunk Garrett?"

"Here."

"Pidge Gunderson?" Coran asked next, and Pidge adjusted her glasses and turned her focus to Coran.

"Here." She answered, placing her laptop in front of her, instead of leaving it on the floor.

"Who names their child 'Pidge?'" Lotor rudely asks, and Pidge tried so hard not to kill him. Taking in a deep breath she looked at him.

"Says the kid named Lotor." She retorts, and he mumbled something out of anger. Though, it was a language she did not understand, it was obviously a insult. She returned her focus the lesson.

"Religions are something that we need to learn more about, for example, the Altean religion was formed after a comet hit a small town in Britain. The citizens believed that it was sent from gods of another planet, and came to worship their new king, Alfor." He explained, and Romelle and Allura shared glances.

"Coran, Allura and I are of said religion," Romelle smiles, and Coran returns the gesture.

"As am I." He sighs, twirling his moustache. Pidge sighs and begins sprawling out notes about the religion.

"Studious, I see." Lotor whispered in her ear, and she jumped. She glared at him and continued her notes.

"A similar religion is Galran. The religion warships an emperor named Zarkon, but it has dark roots. Most of the 'warshipping' was forced upon others to serve their emperor, even when it seems meaningless. The religion would only stop at victory or death." He explained, and Pidge scribbled it down quickly, careful not to miss any information.

Coran had explained more of the two religions, and the bell had rang signaling it was time to head to the next class. Pidge gathered her stuff and scurried out the door, peeking at her schedule. Strangely, the school only had four classes a day, each being an hour and twenty five minutes long. Her last class of the day was P.E, which she still wasn't happy about.

And of course, they were playing dodgeball. Pidge swore she'd hack into the system to get her out of gym, she needed to be alive to find her family.

It's fair to say that Pidge was ready to die by the end of P.E. She grabbed her bag and walked back to the dorm, accepting the cool air against her warm skin.

The building of Terra came into view, and Pidge sighed with relief. She opened the door, and walked down the left hallway to reach her room. She opened the door, to find Lance and Hunk had yet to return. She shrugged, and tossed her bag onto the floor and collected clothing to wear after a shower.

She walked into the bathroom, and entered an available shower. She finished, and dried off. Taking the bath matt that hung on the wall, she stepped onto it and got changed. She re entered her room in a NASA shirt and grey cargo shorts, her hair a mess, sticking out in ways that defied gravity.

She had sat down to work on her research when Lance burst through the door, startling Pidge.

"What..?" She asked, annoyed at Lance's entrance. He gasped for breath, his hands on his knees. "Just get to the point." She adds coldly.

"Romelle— she's in the— hospital—"