Ruby strolled down the cobblestone, strutting to the beat of her music, bouncing with each step. Her red cape billowed in the wind behind her like a proudly waving flag. The spring breeze brought the sweet smell of flowers to her nose. Lively energy came off of the students that congregated in Beacon's beautiful, blooming courtyard. The warm afternoon reminded her of walking along the boardwalk that looked out onto the ocean in Patch during summertime. The sunset was always amazing, pink and orange dancing across the waves. Here, the sunsets gave flowers a golden glow and highlighted stray tendrils of hair, making everyone look like they were angels. Ruby pulled her headphones off of her ears and wore them around her neck. She smiled ear to ear as she listened to the birds chirping overhead.

Everyone regularly spending their weekends here always enjoyed the tranquility, never getting used to how it feels. Underneath a massive canopy of trees that towered above, younger students played a game of ultimate Frisbee. Where the leaves split only to let thin rays of light through, a group of girls lay in a circle, watching the trees sway with the wind. Other people walked along the paths cutting through fields of green grass and flowers in bloom. Those people talked around fits of laughter and smiles, stopping occasionally to admire the sunset's colors.

At this time of day, the courtyard was bound to be filled up. Ruby had to look over her shoulder every five minutes to apologize for whipping someone in the face with her cape. Maybe coming out in her gear wasn't the best idea, especially when nobody else bothers to wear much more than t-shirts and shorts. Ruby couldn't help but feel that Crescent Rose was getting in everybody's way as well. When gradually became darker outside, Ruby started to head back. On Saturday nights, most people had dinner plans inside the city, so a whole bunch of students went back in the same crowded direction she was going. Maybe she could sell her team on going into the city tonight. After all, they deserved it.

It's been almost two weeks since Roman Torchwick was arrested for bringing hundreds of Grimm into the city, but it took a while for everyone to get over it, regardless of the fact that the damage was cleaned up in a day. It shook everyone up, even the transfer students who hadn't heard about the incident until the next day. But no crimes have been committed under the name of the White Fang since his arrest, so everyone started to feel safe again. Now that everything's finally back to normal, Ruby wanted to go celebrate being alive.

Ruby skipped merrily back to Beacon Academy's dormitories, ready to enjoy her night.

In the inner city, Yang talked about going somewhere that had some excellent burgers. Weiss debated that a place in the fancier part of town might be worth trying, but she conceded when Yang pointed out that no one had any clothes suitable for such a place except her. Yang wasn't wrong, either—Ruby only had one bite of her burger, but she could have sworn right then and there that it was the best thing she had ever tasted. Weiss, wearing white clothes, grumpily ordered a salad to prevent spilling food on her dress.

Yang giggled in between bites of her double-decker burger, "Maybe you should've worn something that wouldn't stain easily!"

Weiss whined something about only getting one kind of fork, and Blake smiled. Looking at her eyes, Ruby was glad to see that her under-eye circles were almost gone. Plus, she smiled! This night was turning out to be great.

"Yang, why would we eat here when we have the opportunity to enjoy finer cuisine?" Weiss huffed. She crossed her arms so delicately that when she crossed them, her arms didn't touch her chest and her pinky fingers stuck up.

"Um, because there is no finer cuisine than this?" Yang said, letting the statement hang in the air like a question, almost as if to ask what brand of crazy she was. The burgers are pretty tasty.

"Please, burgers are disgusting." Weiss leaned back, rolling her eyes.

Yang slapped both of her hands on the table, making Weiss jump. Yang appeared astonished, offended, to hear someone say that. Slowly leaning forward, Yang spoke low, "What kind of person," Yang paused, raising her voice, "doesn't like burgers?!"

Weiss retorted, "someone who can afford to avoid them."

Yang couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What are you?"

"Hopefully, normal." Weiss sat up in her chair, leaning forward to challenge Yang.

Yang broke out into fits of laughter that got the attention of everyone in the restaurant. "Okay, sure, whatever," Yang giggled. She wiped a tear away from her eye just as the waiter placed the check in the middle of the table, which didn't make sense at first because they were all still eating food, but then Ruby looked out to see everyone's judgmental stares focused on them. Blake snickered.

Yang offered to pay for everything—knowing Yang, probably just to flirt with the waiter—and the four of them started on the walk back to Beacon. Weiss wouldn't let go of the fact that Yang shadily refused to explain where she got the money to cover everyone's meals and that Yang already told her she didn't have a job. Yang threw her hand up in the air, wrists encircled by her Ember Celica. "I'm just saying, you don't need a job to get money."

"But how? You must have broken the law!" Weiss retorted.

Yang shrugged her shoulders in response. Weiss puffed out her chest and crossed her arms.

Ruby turned to look at Blake. She could've sworn she'd laughed, which only meant one thing: Blake was finally enjoying herself.

Until they passed a TV store.

Weiss stopped everyone to watch the TV in the display, which flashed the words "Breaking News" on the screen. Ruby held her breath when she saw the next frame: Roman Torchwick.

Roman Torchwick has escaped from prison.

Ruby couldn't believe it; that's impossible. He can't escape. Clips from a security tape were shown next, featuring an explosion that destroyed an entire wing. Ruby's jaw dropped to the floor.

In this section of the prison, criminals follow a different rotation, and they are not allowed to go outside. The explosion that killed every criminal in this building left Roman Torchwick untouched. Detectives conclude that Roman Torchwick has indeed survived as no traces of his body have been found in the building's charred remains. If you have any information regarding Roman Torchwick's whereabouts, please do not hesitate to contact the authorities.

Only Yang had words: "Shit."