At the farthest part of the galaxy, the ship is floating within the darkest part of the planet. Silently, drifting into the course around the darkest part of the system as pods flies in and out of the ship.

Within the ship, where the ceils are. Keith was reading a book to entertain himself as he sits on the bed. Calmly and patiently, he turned to the wall that seemed that he decorated. To the "children" has said, to keep him occupied. On the wall, there are scratches of tally marks. Counted by fives that is up to forty onto towards forty-one. Since Keith has been there, he has been scratching the walls with his sharp claws to count the days that he has been. After a week, the teenaged guards have finally removed his wrists and away from his ceil. They have also given him his own blade back, since he has been behaving without any messing around. Remembering about the orb that held his life source and support, Keith begun to play along in order to stay alive. Including he must tolerate with the muzzle once or twice whenever he has been dragged to test, to his ceil, to test. Even if it must remind himself to stay on that "Shadow Mistress" good side and being her "kitty-pet". Which that he doesn't like. He growls as he snarls at one corner to get that thought out of his mind. Come on guys, Keith prayed in his head. Where are you? He put his hand on the wall as he sighs sadly.

"Still counting the days that I see," the vice hissed has disturbed his thoughts. Keith looked up. He saw that shadow that has been hovering over within the shadows, watching his every move for the past month.

"What do you want?" Keith growled as he put the book away.

"Oh nothing," the shadow hummed. "Just to make sure that you're not doing anything that is suspicious here in you ceil,"

"Stay out of my business," Keith flattened his ears as he scooted himself to the wall.

"Right," the shadow narrowed its yellow eyes. "Still don't like how my children and I have treated you,

"Not including the one that aggravates me the most,"

"Who is it?"

"Nephrite,"

"Oh him," the shadow giggled. "Ignore him darling, Nephrite has always been complicated to others for his whole life. Well, not to me though."

"Not even to mention that he threatens me whenever I tried to use my blade,"

"He got that attitude from me darling, so you better get used to it."

Keith growled as he clutched his dagger. Within the moment, the shadow yellow eyes flashed.

"Now remember, fellow blade." The shadow hissed, "One move on my children, you know the consequences that is yet to come towards you."

"Oh, trust me, I haven't forgotten." Keith hissed, "And it is not for them,"

"Oh, I see." The shadow understood, "Well then, the next test will begin at the hour of 1400. So, be prepared for that time before then." Then the shadow has left the ceil and exit though the hall.

When Keith is alone again, he sighed in relief as he put his dagger near him. How much longer could I take and do these tests of hers? Keith wondered, No matter how hard I tried, it keeps on coming. And that... Suddenly, Keith felt a strong wave towards his chest. His eyes widened and ears straighten up as he recognized that wave. This...this pull, he put his hand on his chest. I...I recognized this pull, it is... "Black," Keith smiled as he realized that Voltron has finally return, and it won't be long for his friends to come. Keith begun to clean his mess before anything could happen next.

Within another room, the orb that held Keith's life. It is displayed on a nightstand, suddenly the glow flicker as it too senses the similar pull that is yet to come.