This time I had much less difficulty with the map software, so I made it back to my dorm at 4:32. I stepped into the room to find everyone… reading. Except Nora, she was playing on her scroll with her headphones on, presumably playing music.

When I closed the door behind me, Pyrrha looked up at me and smiled. Good, the weariness was starting to get old.

"How did your appointment go?" she asked.

"Appointment?" I ask, not following.

Ren spoke up from his book, "You visited a doctor, so that's where she gets appointment."

Ah. I get it. "It went fine. Problem's fixed and everything."

"That is good," Pyrrha went back to her book. Yeah, no talking is going to happen right now. I didn't feel like doing any more research right now, so I just laid back on my mattress and thought about my conversation with Violette. Other undead. Not sentient ones like me presumably, but the concern still stood. The last undead other than me had rotted away entirely decades before my coming to Remnant. For Usagani to have encountered any means that things have disappeared throughout history and appeared on Remnant within the last twenty or so years. There could be people from pre-apocalypse Earth currently roaming downtown Vale, and I wouldn't even know.

And there are the other undead to consider. All of Earth had ended from a zombie apocalypse, and that was without giant monsters made of hatred trying to exterminate them. And the grimm appeared to ignore undead entirely, otherwise I would be dead-dead already. If another outbreak started, the world would end again. And that would be bad. I should know.

I closed my eyes and tried to block out those confusing and depressing thoughts. I turned my head left to see what my teammates were doing, but Nora's scroll caught my attention. She was looking at… blueprints. And drawing little shapes at specific points. And writing notes next to them.

Yeah, that's not concerning. I'd thought she was playing video games. Nora seemed to sense my staring, because suddenly her screen shifted to some melee combat game I'd never seen before.

Ren closed and sat down his book, drawing my attention to him.

"It's 5:30 Nora, time to put the game away." How had that much time passed?

A very brief look of annoyance passed over Nora's face, quickly turning to a pout, "Aww, but Renny, I just got to level twenty-seven!"

"Well, if you don't want to eat…" Ren started, but Nora suddenly vanished from her spot and the door was suddenly open. Ren followed Nora, Pyrrha followed Ren, and I followed Pyrrha. I'm just going to bet right now that this is going to be a frequent occurrence.

"No Nora, you cannot eat pancakes for supper." Ren told a pouting Nora, who was currently staring disappointedly at her chicken nuggets and apple sauce. I'd call her a child, but that would be a little hypocritical.

"But Reeen, they're my comfort food. I always eat them when I'm having a bad day," Nora whined.

"But you eat pancakes every day," I felt the need to point out, "in the morning."
Nora went still for a couple moments with a blank expression, then she began talking again.

"But Fearless-leader over there eats chicken nuggets every meal!"

"We are lucky to get him to eat anything Nora," Pyrrha supplied.

I felt the need to defend my dietary choices, "I don't eat the same thing every meal. The nuggets at lunch were shaped like dinosaurs. These are just circles. Big difference.

"No, there really isn't," Ren said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I legitimately have no idea how you are still alive, with a diet like that," Pyrrha said, copying Ren.

I just shrugged, swallowing my last chicken nugget whole. I'd found they were easier to eat that way. I looked around, noticing something. "Where is team RWBY?"

"We're right here, Jaune," said Ruby, sitting literally straight across from me at the same table. Great, now I feel like a dick.

"Oh, hi Ruby," I'm not really sure where to go from here. I'd almost completely forgotten about Ruby and her team. Friend of the year here. "How've things been going?"

"They're going good. Weiss started to accept me as teammate and leader."

I hadn't known there'd been a problem, though I shouldn't have been surprised, "That's good. Does she still think I'm dead?" I'm not worried, just curious.

"Nope. Her more rational side took over, and that was resolved shortly after her problems with me were over with." That's good. I want to keep that a secret as long as possible. "On another note, did you get that essay finished?" Essay?

"What essay?"

"The one assigned in Professor Port's class on the first day. Didn't you do it?"

Damn it.

Important: I'm not gonna sugarcoat it people, I'm done. Working on this story just isn't enjoyable anymore, and I'm pretty sure I messed a bunch of stuff up. (Haven't even seen vol 4 yet) I may resume this story in the future, but It'll probably be a while. If anyone likes this story or the general idea, they may freely adopt it or rewrite it better. I'll see you again, and thank you for reading my fanfic.