That's right. Riley stood across the street from the entrance to the school, and she chose to skip school that day.

"So, let me get this straight," Fear immediately turned to Anxiety. It was now her whom he was furious with. "Not only did Riley beat up that girl at school; not only did she take "revenge" on her own dad... But after all of that has happened, you think it's a good idea to make her skip school?!"

"Absolutely," Anxiety answered, completely calmly.

"And shatter the last bit of chance to get her life back together?!"

"If that's how you see this, I honestly don't know what to tell you."

And once again, almost all other emotions were appalled by this statement of Anxiety's. Especially Disgust.

Fear couldn't take Anxiety's rambling anymore.

"That's it!" he exclaimed as he took Anxiety away from the main deck, and pushed one button.

Riley stopped her peevish walk away from school, and took one more look at the place where its entrance should be, which was now about 300 meters away from her.

The very next second, Anxiety undid Fear's deed to her, and she came back in control of the main deck.

Riley looked back in the direction she decided she would go. Surely there was one decision in her life she could stick to.

So she went on to move forward.

As she kept walking, the thought that she had done exactly the right thing grew exponentially stronger.

Mere 20 minutes later, after what might have been the longest - and most refreshing, she herself would definitely claim - walk she'd had in far too long, the school was nowhere in her sight.

In fact, she was closer to downtown San Francisco than she was to... any other location that was significant to her.

"Great," Fear groaned. "What are we gonna do now?"

"Maybe I can do something," Envy spoke, and pressed another button.

All that action caused, though, was for Riley to look around, try to see how the random people she walked past seemed to be doing.

It's one thing that those random passers-by didn't even notice her. They were all probably preoccupied with things they thought important.

However, based just on the aura that the vast majority of all those strangers gave off, they seemed significantly better off than she was.

She felt like she didn't even have to ask them, like she already knew it for a fact.

It was now her who groaned.

"You just made it worse," Sadness said to Envy.

"What...?" Envy whispered. "No... I just wanted to make her feel better..."

"Well, you failed!" Disgust spewed out.

Envy stepped away from the main deck.

Riley climbed on top of a concrete fence, and sat on it.

She wanted to find a view of a bigger part of this city, to find a next place where she could go, to spend the surplus of time that she had gained.

In the distance, she saw a tall building.

But just in front of it, she saw the complex in which her hockey training was being conducted.

Granted, that was the next place she would "have" to go to.

But the obvious notion got in the way of that - it wasn't until 5 hours later that her team's training was to even begin.

"Well, then... where should she go now?" Fear asked the rest of the emotions.

All the other emotions looked at each other with varying levels of shame, having no answer to such a seemingly straightforward question.

As such, Riley just sighed and put her hands in her pockets...

...and felt something in those pockets.

"Money?" Anger inquired. And his inquiry was justified.

Right afterwards, Riley looked around the street she was on, for a supermarket or anything like that...

...and she saw one.

"Well..." Fear had one more question to ask, "what is she gonna spend it on?"

And Riley got off that concrete fence.

For the better part of the first two of those 5 hours until the training, there was yet another force that Riley had to deal with.

It was the moderately unbearable stomachache. Constant gurgling in the stomach.

Gurgling obviously caused by the overwhelming abundance of unhealthy food.

Unhealthy food she had bought with the change she had had.

Her initial plan - if there was anything on her mind even remotely resembling something that could be called one - was to just roam around the downtown until she'd put her skates on.

What her intestines had begun doing to her - which there was no ignoring - forced her to change that plan.

"And?" Fear realized he was not done interrogating his mindmates. "Was this worth it?!"

Anger looked at the screen for two seconds, and his answer was:

"I'd say it was."

"Oh, definitely, " Envy agreed.

Disgust felt like she needed to do one more thing, so she pulled a lever.

Riley closed her mouth and covered it with her fist.

"We don't need that too," Disgust proclaimed.

The rest of Riley's "free" time went to her trying - and, unfortunately, succeeding - to convince herself that she stopped feeling the stomachache.

And just like that, several hours later, she found herself stepping on the ice surface, mere minutes before training was to start.

To say that the hockey field was now left as the only place that she thought positively of - would be rather too generous.

What it was left as - was the only place where there was no one she had gotten into an enormously unpleasant situation with.

Yet.

For the whole session of skating by the field's length, and then its width too; for the whole session of handling obstacles; and even while choosing teams for the simulation of a match - Riley kept her mouth unwillingly shut.

The level of respect she still had for anything ice-hockey-related was still astoundingly high.

And even for some time after the "match" began.

Considering that the damage that some other emotions had done to the trajectory of Riley's day was too large, it was, oddly enough, Disgust that was awarded control of the main deck. Her and Ennui.

It was decided - although in a not very polite manner - that this would be the safest route for them to take. At least until the end of the training.

That sentiment carried on for some 7 or 8 minutes into the match.

About then, Riley got hold of the puck.

And of course, she headed straight to the opposing goal.

Two steps into that attempt, though, a girl from the other team, Jean, skated right into her way. Unlike how Riley would remember it later, Jean actually didn't take possession of the puck.

The only thing she did do - and even that would turn out to be far too much - was push Riley out of the way.

Riley, of course, fell.

Disgust tried her best to not yield a reaction that would make her look like she was freaking out.

"That wasn't to take the puck," Anger said, though; being just a bit more eagle-eyed. "That was personal!"

Disgust, unfortunately, agreed. She didn't say that out loud, though. Because she didn't have to.

Her way of showing that agreement was pushing a further-away button.

Riley got right back up.

And she went straight towards Jean - who just happened to have the puck by her side.

And as she was getting closer to Jean - she inadvertently made it seem, to every last person in that room - almost even herself - that it was the puck that she was after.

Of course not.

The instant she got close enough to Jean - she pushed her to her left, very harshly, in the exact same manner that Jean had done to her just moments prior.

Or at least - Riley tried to do so.

Jean didn't fall. She didn't even trip. She barely moved by a hair's length.

And then she stopped!

And turned to Riley.

"No... no...!" Disgust exclaimed desperately.

"Really?" Ennui agreed with Disgust's sentiment.

What they thought would be a good idea after this was to have Riley perform that exact same action on Jean a few more times. Until she came at least close to succeeding.

But after actually doing so, it was not exactly unexpectedly than Jean took this a lot more personally than did Riley.

So she pushed her back!

The seemingly unstoppable thoughts from everything that had happened to her that day began to - not so slowly - fade away.

Still, she went back at Jean, unwilling to accept this attitude of hers.

But Jean pushed her once more - and this was one that Riley couldn't fight back from - and Jean pressed her against the wall.

So much harder than had Eileen not that long ago!

"What do you think you're doing?" Jean asked her, in a fit of rage.

"You mean, what do YOU think you are doing?!" Riley shouted back, in what she thought was an even bigger fit of rage - and she started punching her in the stomach, too.

Being not only a hockey player as well, though, but in the exact same team as her, Jean did not take Riley's attacks even a fraction as painfully as had Eileen.

And Riley's, all too sudden, insecurity grew more apparent.

But it wasn't just insecurity that she felt.

"Listen, Andersen," Jean began what Riley was convinced was just another bunch of lies. This one, she clearly had to endure. "I'm trying to make myself a top class hockey player, and you're ruining my practice for it! And it was going really well-"

In the middle of that sentence, Jean gasped, for she suddenly found herself mutilated by vomit!

It was also stomachache, from earlier that day, that Riley felt.

Jean had had enough!

She grabbed Riley - in a way that she wouldn't have any control over her movements - and she tossed her!

Once Riley fell on the ice, she could feel her side gliding against the cold surface - causing a horrendous bruise on that part of her body.

The coach had to stop the match immediately after that violent attack.

"THAT'S ENOUGH, LADIES!" she yelled at both of them.

While the coach was giving out her very frustrated speech to Jean, there was one more thing Disgust did.

She pulled one of the levers, and Riley began wincing in pain. Very, very unpleasantly.

The instant she went on to make a noise, the coach, who had already finished scolding Jean, turned to her.

"And you especially!" and she went on and on. Spending the next handful of minutes, each of which felt like days, speaking only negatively of Riley, raging at her that what she had just done was unspeakably wrong. Doing her best to discourage her from repeating it.

It being an action that made Riley feel like her own human being.

That's what she "should" have been discouraged from doing.

That was it for Anger. Despite the deal the emotions had made, this was too much for him to even fathom about just sitting and watching.

So, after doing his deed at the main deck:

"SERIOUSLY?!" Riley shouted thunderously at the coach. And the coach sewed her mouth firmly shut. "I ALMOST DIED RIGHT NOW, AND I'M SUPPOSED TO BE THE BAD GUY?!"

"Don't you yell at m-"

"DON'T YOU EVER TELL ME WHAT TO DO EVER AGAIN!"

It was this anger that got Riley to, what could constitute as effortlessly, get back on her feet.

But of course there was no chance in the world of her even fantasizing about continuing this match.

She just made her way out of the hockey field.

"Where are you going?!" the coach asked her, in a last-ditch attempt to reason with her.

But Riley only got further from the whole team, who was just staring in her direction.

For the third time in barely over a day, she stormed out!