Jove parks the car in front of the school in his new parking spot. Pandora checks her make up in the mirror.

"Sweetie you look fine, you don't need to keep checking."

Pandora continues to check her make up before putting up the passenger side mirror.

"Thanks Dad."

"I'll be a little late leaving tonight but I should be able to drive you home."

"Assuming I'm not hanging out with my new friends? Sure." says the young soon to be high school student.

"Remember that ego thing we talked about at breakfast?"

"I know Dad, I'm just nervous, new school and all."

Jove and Pandora get out of the car and lock it, going inside. Pandora and Jove walk down the hallway of the high school.

"Are you sure you're going to be all right?" asks a genuinely concerned father.

"I guess. Dad?"

"Yes honey?"

"Who was that guy the other day?"

"Which guy?"

Pandora stops and so does her father.

"Which guy do you think?" asks Pandora, giving her father space to answer.

"I don't know honey. It's like I told you, I just wanted to tell him to stay away from you."

"That's all?"

"Of course that's all Dora. What else would it be?"

"I don't know, but... he knew my name."

"We talked about this  honey. He probably overheard your mother and I talking to you before he approached you. It's nothing to worry about."

"You're sure?" asks Pandora, unconvinced.

Her father tries to reassure her, "Absolutely. Trust me sweetie. Just focus on your new school and making friends."

"Okay, I mean, you said the school has a welcoming committee right?"

"They should be in my office waiting for both of us."

Jemma, another student who is dressed conservatively by comparison, walks up to Pandora and Jove.

"Principal Jupiter?"

"Yes."

They shake hands.

"Hi, I'm Jemma."

"Ah yes, my executive assistant said you're the welcoming committee."

"That's me." she says before turning to Pandora. "You must be Pandora."

"Yeah."

They shake hands.

"I'll leave you two to get acquainted."

Jove walks away, leaving Jemma and Pandora in the hallway.

"So, daughter of the new principal eh?"

"Yeah, and you're the brown noser of the vice principal?"

"I suppose."

"So, tell me what I need to know."

Pandora and Jemma walk down the hall together.