Jaune looked out the window gloomily. He was almost worried about Grimm sensing his negative emotions and finding the train, but he could not help how he had felt. Hopefully, nothing bad would happen. Best case scenario for if the Grimm came, there would be one or more professional huntsmen/huntresses on board to slay the soulless monsters. Worst case scenario, he would have to step up, fight the Grimm and risk his neck to save the passengers.

That seems like something Pyrrha would do... He sighed softly to himself. Pyrrha...

[cue music- Maroon 5 (or Dirty Heads version if you prefer)- Visions, first verse and chorus]

Jaune imagined himself in a warm summer valley with Pyrrha, lying across a picnic blanket. He imagined her with her eyes closed and laughing, probably at a corny joke he said to her. He remembered kissing her for the first time, and the second time.

He managed to let her go forth without him, but he couldn't let her go in his heart. Would he ever be able to let her go? And did Pyrrha feel the same way? If so, would she be able to let go of him? He looked out the window, watching the world pass by him. It seemed like the last two weeks happened in the blink of an eye. One moment he was trying to find her, the next he confessed his love for her, made love, and then the next thing he knew, his whole team was disbanded and he was on a train back home. To his family...

Oh god... how is my family going to handle all this bad news?

Sun had finally arrived in Fiti. He informed the police officers of the Noire Armada criminals on the ship and then began his search for Blake. He knew he couldn't approach anyone and everyone for answers, but since he was behind, he had no idea where to even look.

"Have you seen her?"

He asked this question to random people who passed by him as he walked by. This included a man, a teenage girl, a young child, an old woman and a younger one.

"Can't say that I have."

"I'm afraid not."

A child nodded. "No."

"Nope."

A woman nodded her head. "I haven't. Sorry."

Sun sighed and slumped his back against the wall. He was getting nowhere fast. He considered going to the police, but then again, that probably wasn't the best idea. He looked at the picture of Blake on his scroll. This was all he had left of her.

Since she left me, and broke my heart...

He sighed. The monkey faunus thought that some men would become twisted and corrupted if they experienced this situation. Why was he going after her when he had no chance with her? He sulked as he thought about that question. He slid to the ground and looked down. He was absolutely insane. Then again, after the crazy idea of trying to row a raft all the way to Fiti, this was not news to him.

"Are you okay?" a voice asked.

Sun looked at the tiger-tailed faunus, dressed in jeans, orange sneakers and a red jersey. "No, I'm not."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm trying to find a certain girl." He showed him the picture of Blake. "You probably haven't seen her at all."

The waiter smiled. "You're in luck. I saw her last night during the night shift where I work."

He recalled what else happened during his shift. He went back and remembered her filling up her water bottle with the liquid in the pitcher. Upon returning to her, he gave her a devilish smirk. "I will admit, I've never seen a customer take a pitcher of water to refill a water bottle. Let me guess, you're a traveling huntress, aren't you?"

"Not exactly. I was once a student at Beacon Academy. That is, before it was destroyed. Long story."

"So you're a vigilante?"

She shrugged. "I suppose I could call myself that."

"Do you know what you'd like to order?"

"No, I haven't even looked at the menu yet. Apologies for wasting your time. My mind is in multiple places at the moment."

"Hey, I got a lot of time. Things aren't exactly super fast during the night shift." He looked around, possibly looking at other tables he had to cater to. "Since I've got some spare time and only two tables to wait on, might I ask what brings you here?"

"Well, between you and me," Blake looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping. "I'm going after the White Fang, and the leader of Vale's branch. But I have no idea where to find them. I know there's a warehouse somewhere within or on the outskirts of the city, but trying to search for it could take forever."

"Hmm. Let me see what I can't find out. In the meantime, feel free to peruse the menu."

He swiftly left, probably to get her answers or tend to other customers.

"You ready to order?"

"Yes. I would like the surf and turf tacos."

"Excellent choice. That's always been my favorite." He finished writing down. "Alright, I have no idea where the place is located, but I do know someone who might be able to help. In the southern side of the city, there's a club named the Black Key. The manager of that place, a guy with the nickname of Senior, will tell you what you want to know, but you might have to pay him. Also, his club is hard to get access to. Sometimes, it's open to everyone, but most of the time, you have to be on the guest list or get an invitation. If you want, I can get you the address of the Black Key."

"That would be most appreciated."

He nodded and ran off. As he returned to the present, he told Sun what happened.

"Of course, just my kind of luck." He sighed, standing up. "Well, no one ever said this was going to be easy."

The waiter chuckled nervously. "Yeah, good luck getting in there."

Sun ran off, trying to find the location of the Black Key and figure out how he could meet up with Blake.

It was nighttime aboard the train. The young Arc got into his roomette, a small space about the size of a bedroom closet. The roomette had a small chair embedded into the wall, standing without legs and a small bed right next to it and a window with blinds. He set his bag on the chair, pulled the blinds down and got into his pajamas, trying to work with what little space he had. Once that was done, he covered himself with the sheets and closed his eyes. For a moment, he was still, but then he turned his head on its side and groaned to himself. He tossed and turned, trying to fall asleep, but he couldn't.

[cue Visions- second verse]

He eventually fell asleep. He didn't remember how he slipped into unconsciousness, but he did remember his dream. One minute he lied awake at night, and the next thing he knew, he was in Beacon, but it wasn't destroyed. The school remained untouched, and nothing had been broken. Nobody died, and Pyrrha had won the Vytal Festival. To celebrate, there was a feast in the cafeteria, and team JNPR sat at a table with team RWBY, team SSSN, team CFVY and Penny Polendina.

"Congratulations, Pyrrha!" Yang exclaimed.

"Congrats, girl!" Velvet cheered.

Blake smiled. "Well done."

"Well fought." Weiss said.

"I must admit, I was a bit worried for her in the first singles match, and again during the last duel, but you managed to pull it off! Bravo!" Ruby exclaimed.

"It's almost a bit unbelievable how she defeated every opponent that came her way." Scarlet added.

"But yet it's true." Coco commented. "Nicely done."

"You fought very well, friend. I am honored to have engaged in such a good fight." Penny said.

Pyrrha's face had turned red from all the compliments. "Aw, you guys are too kind."

Jaune raised a glass of fruit punch in his right hand. "Ladies and gentlemen, I purpose a toast; to Pyrrha Nikos!"

"To Pyrrha Nikos!"

They all clinked their glasses and drank. After the feast, he found Pyrrha in the hall, shifting between a neutral expression and smiling.

"I still can't believe it. It all feels surreal. As if it's just a dream."

"Pyrrha..." he began.

"Jaune..." she said at the same time.

Jaune motioned to his partner. "You first."

"I have something to say to you." She breathed in deeply. "Jaune Arc... I... I love you!"

"You do?"

She nodded sincerely. "Yes, I do. Tell me, is this all a dream?"

He slowly leaned in. "If it's a dream, then I don't want to wake up."

The two kissed, throwing their arms around each other. The dream then faded as he slowly woke up. He got up and saw where he was. He groaned and turned to his side, looking at the hand clock on the wall to the left of the door; 10:45am. He sighed. How did he sleep in so late?

These visions aren't leaving me... In dreams or reality, she is still in my head...

"Will I ever get her out of my head?" he asked himself.

He got dressed and took his bag with him to his seat. This journey was going to be longer than he thought.

Emerald sat by Cinder's bedside. Nothing had changed, but she didn't expect anything to happen. She remembered what Salem told her. Still, she couldn't help but watch over her and be by her side, like a puppy looking at its dead owner. But Cinder was not dead. Comatose and injured, but not dead.

Mercury approached her, walking through the open door over to her. "Em? Are you sure you should be doing this? I get that you're worried, but you being here by her side isn't going to change anything. You know what she said..."

"I know..." She sighed. "My feelings of anxiousness may have gone down, but I'm still concerned..." She touched her hand, the one that still remained. A small blanket covered her missing arm. A black mask had been put over her missing eye. Emerald tried not to think about that, but the thoughts of her injury invaded her mind. "I just... can't believe it..."

A strong, burly man stepped in through the door. "So this is what remains of Cinder. I'm surprised she's still alive."

"Oh goody." Mercury said sarcastically. "You've returned. How did hunting for Summer turn out?"

"Nothing. It was a false lead. No summer maiden anywhere to be found. I have already been informed on Cinder's 'success', but I don't see much in the way of success here." He motioned to the comatose Cinder. "I can't fathom how she could have been so easily defeated."

Emerald sniffed. "I don't understand it either."

"So, I'm curious," Hazel began. "who was the previous fall maiden and how did you find her?"

"Her name was Amber Scarlett. According to what we were told, the Scarlett family had the powers passed down in the family line for at least three generations within a time span of 70 years. Another family knew their secret, and we managed to force it out of it him. Once we found out where she was, we had her." Mercury answered.

"Unfortunately for them, that cycle has been broken. Once the three of us found Amber and subdued her, Cinder took her power easily. That is, until the draining was interrupted by a strange man with a scythe." Emerald continued. "Later on, she assassinated her and assumed the mantle completely, but at what cost?" Emerald looked at her master again.

"Any word from Adam Taurus?"

"Nothing." Hazel answered. "But even then, wasn't he just another pawn?"

Mercury smirked, thinking about how Cinder used him to aid in her goals. "I wouldn't say so."

[cue last verse and chorus of Visions]

It was the fifth day aboard the train, and Jaune's emotional state had improved very little, if at all. Sometimes he thought he saw Pyrrha when in reality, it was just a lookalike or he saw something that wasn't even there.

He sat down at a table in the dining car, poking his bacon and eggs with a fork before sighing. "Well, it's official. I've lost my mind."

"Haven't we all?" a voice said. The voice came from an old man who was sitting at a table behind him, all alone like he was. The old man had white hair on the sides of his head and wore a business suit. "The whole world is changing right before our eyes. It's a shame I probably won't be around to see the world recover from this catastrophe, if it even recovers at all."

Jaune hung his head. He wasn't even thinking of the world around him and how it was changing. All he thought about was his disbanded team, his teammates that he parted with, especially Pyrrha. "I... I haven't thought of it much."

But how could he? How could he think of the fate of the world and what the world was becoming when he lost his teammates, his first and only love, and had to go back to face his family? He had to think. How was he going to tell them what happened? What was he going to tell them?

As the old man got up, Jaune was alone once again, leaving him to his thoughts.

Okay, I can't tell them about maidens, or Amber's existence as a maiden. I could tell them the fake story we told Nora and Ren and call the other stuff classified information. Yeah, that should work. Is there anything else I need to exclude?

After finishing his breakfast, he took himself and his bags back to his seat. He got out a notepad, some pencils and began to write. He wrote down ideas of what to speak about and what not to speak about, all while asking himself questions.

Should I mention my futile attempts to impress Weiss? Should I mention my romance with Pyrrha? Probably shouldn't mention the sex. Or I could just use baseball terms. Then again, considering I made the sly, cunning, foolish and reckless decision to forge transcripts for and go to Beacon Academy without any experience or knowledge, many of them probably think I'm a huge idiot already. Forget mentioning that. I can already assume that my parents will interrogate me, and there's a very high chance of them bringing all of my sisters into this. At least some of them fully support me.

I never have been the brightest bulb in the socket, but I was shining brighter after I started accepting Pyrrha's help. Now it just feels like I've dimmed out. There's nothing left.

He looked at the sun, which was just starting to set. As the train traveled through the mountain range, orange and yellow hues painted the sky, almost as if one could paint it and create a beautiful picture. He didn't realize how quickly time flew by. He had thought about a lot of things over the last few hours, but as he watched the sunset, a new question came to his mind.

Is light everlasting? Or does it just fade away until nothing's left?