She was fifteen and barely able to reach the surface of her desk. It was no small feat to clamber onto her chair, legs tucked underneath so she could sit a little taller. Her haptic screens spewed information out at her in waterfalls and she quietly got to work. Nyxeris gave her a coloring book and Aethyta gave her a glass of juice. She had to study for tomorrow, and mother would be home late. She had promised she would help. Where was she? Where was Shepard? Where is everyone?