Jemma picks a piece of apple out of her hair as she sits in the principal's office. Jove sits down across from her in his seat.

"Are you feeling any better?" asks Jove, clearly concerned.

"Depends on what you mean by better I guess." suggests Jemma.

There's a silence between them for a few moments.

"I understand how hard this must be for you. Given the way that you feel about my daughter." says Jove.

It makes Jemma shift uncomfortably.

"Or at least, you did... has that changed?" wonders Pandora's father.

Again there's a silence before she answers, "I... I don't know. I mean, if you'd asked me 20 minutes ago? I probably would've said yes. But after what she just did to me?"

Jemma doesn't answer the question.

"Well... that makes things more difficult, but not impossible." responds Jove.

"What's that?"

"I assume my daughter told you about her... complicated life?" implies Jove.

Jemma watches Jove for a moment before responding, "You mean how she got her name? And her... inheritance?"

"That's the one. I know it can be hard to believe, after all..."

"Oh I believe." Jemma cuts her principal off.

"You do?" a surprised Jove responds.

"Yeah... I mean, I didn't at first, it sounded pretty crazy, but after the crazy things that are going on at this school? It's kinda hard to ignore."

Jove contemplates this for a moment, "And yet despite this, you have doubts about Pandora."

"Well, yeah... if I understand the myth right, she unleashed all the crazy things that are happening at this school. Which means all the crazy things that are going on? They're her fault." explains Jemma, pausing for a moment before adding, "What happened to me is her fault."

There's a silence in the principal's office for a while until Jove breaks it, "Do you hate her for that?"

Jemma is quick to answer, "No... at least, not yet. But with the way she's going? I don't know how long that will be true."

"That's something I guess."

"What do you mean?" asks Jemma with concern.

Jove pulls out The Box from his desk and sets it down on top.

"I need your help."

* * *

Pandora is sitting in the cafeteria comfortably with several hangers on around her. They are working together to feed her, do her school work and other things. Sarah approaches the group and several of the guys stand up to get in her way, like security guards. She tries to get Pandora's attention and eventually does.

"It's fine." insists Pandora, waving her protectors off.

"You were looking for me?" asks Sarah.

"Yes, I'm glad to see you've come around to my way of thinking." replies Pandora.

There's a few moments before Sarah answers, "Well you made a convincing argument."

"And that's what I want to talk to you about. You have some mutual friends of ours that need a little convincing themselves." suggests as she motions to one of her hangers on.

The student brings over a basket full of golden delicious apples and holds it out to Sarah.

"Do you think you could do that for us?" asks Pandora mostly rhetorically.

Sarah's eyes flash with a black light then she smiles, "Of course my lady."

She picks up the basket.