It wasn't too often that Gray had a night out on the town. His parents did that too much, and had made him when he was younger. He'd hated the outfits they'd put him in-- nice clothes for dinner parties. [i]Give me my combat gear any day of the week[/i], he thought. There had been a lot of activity at the docks, so he was going to check it out. What he saw was quite standard: police cars with lights flashing, crime scene tape, cops and CSIs snooping around the area.

However it was one of the bystanders that caught his attention: a pale girl with white hair in a ponytail. It couldn't have been her. Could it? Was he hallucinating? He'd heard that the heiress to the Schnee Dust Company was attending Beacon, but he'd never seen his old friend before. But here she was.