"I think something's wrong with Pandora." declares Jemma as she enters the club's classroom.

Sarah, Kat and Ian all look at Jemma as she enters, confused by her outburst.

"Of course there is." Sarah pushes back.

"Yeah, isn't that why you set this whole club up in the first place?" Ian asks with a bit of a joking tone.

"You said we had to protect ourselves from her." says Kat.

"I know, but this is different. You saw what happened in class, didn't you Sarah?" Jemma inquires.

Sarah looks at her strangely, "I have eyes."

"And you didn't think that was weird." Jemma fires back.

"Everything about this is weird Jemma. A box full of spirits? People manifesting abilities? Magic? It's all weird." points out Sarah.

"But this is... weirder than normal. And yes I know how weird that sounds."

Ian scoffs at Jemma's statement, "Well I say good riddance."

That makes Jemma turn to him, "What?"

"It's like you said, she did this to us. If this is something happening to her, maybe she deserves it." suggests Ian rather coldly.

"What are you..." begins Jemma before being cut off.

"Ian's right. She deserves whatever she gets." agrees Kat.

"Guys..."

"After what she did? I kinda agree." says Sarah.

"We can't just..." Jemma tries.

"This is your plan. If she's turning her problems against herself? It's probably the best way to stop the next of us from ending up hurting people." Ian suggests.

"I started this group to protect people, not shield people from getting hurt. If Pandora's getting hurt? She's someone we need to protect." declares Jemma.

The rest of her group members are unconvinced by Jemma's attempt to rally them. It makes Jemma turn and leave.

* * *

Jove walks into the hospital room, his wife lying motionless in her bed. He makes his way to her side and sits down in the chair he found his daughter passed out in not long ago. The husband and father takes his wife's hand firmly.

"It's happening my love. The thing we were trying to prevent. The thing we hoped our daughter would never have to face."

A short silence follows, the beeping of the heart rate monitor the only thing to fill it before he continues.

"I wish you were here with me now. I wish you could help guide her through it. Maybe if you were, she wouldn't be in this position now. You would've seen it coming. You were always better at that then I was. I just hope that I can keep her from self-destructing. You'd never forgive me if I didn't."

He stands up from the chair, leans over her and kisses her on the forehead.

"I love you."

* * *

Amber is sitting in the lunchroom, making slow work of her lunch. She's currently alone as her other teammates haven't joined her yet. All of the sudden, Pandora sits down next to her. It makes Amber look at her strangely.

"Can I help you?" asked a somewhat confused Amber.

Pandora smiles at her, "More like, I can help you."

"And why would you want to do that? You were on the cheerleading team." Amber responds.

"Only for like a minute, honestly,I'm kinda over it all." insists Pandora before adding, "Besides,aren't you tired of the competition? The cheerleaders hate the spirit squad, the football players hate the lacrosse team. Isn't it all kinda pointless?"

Amber hesitantly responds, "I guess."

"Problem is, the system keeps pushing us to fight each other. It keeps forcing us to battle it out and see who comes out on top. It's kinda disturbing when you really think about it." suggests Pandora, "Don't you wish there was something better? Something that works to give us hope?"

"What are you talking about?" questions Amber.

"I'm into a new thing now."

"What's that?" the spirit squad leader can't help but ask.

Pandora puts a golden apple down on the table in front of Amber.