Gale sat in front of his computer in his room. He was scrolling through the U.A. website's message board for any news on the upcoming entrance test. It showed the same information as it did the day before. He sat back in his seat and stretched. He stared at the ceiling. His thoughts went to his brother. This was his first step in following his footsteps and realizing their shared dream.

"Gale!" His mother called from downstairs. "It's time for dinner!"

Gale rolled around in his seat and made his way downstairs. He entered the dining room to find his father bringing the food to the table. His mother was adding the finishing touches to another dish.

"I'll get the plates and stuff." Gale said to his father. He simply nodded. Gale came back with the plates and silverware and set them on the table. His mother came into the room with her self-proclaimed world famous chicken Alfredo. Everyone took their seats and bowed their heads to say a quick prayer.

Gale loved his mother's Alfredo. It always had the right amount of sauce with the prefect chicken to noodles ratio. Gale and his father joked about how she counted each noodle and piece of chicken before cooking. That's why it always took so long. 

Dinner tonight was quiet. He knew why.

"Tomorrow is the big day huh?" He father spoke trying to sound cheerful.

'Here we go.' Gale forced himseld to smile. "Yeah. I'm looking forward to it."

"Has there been any news on the entrance exam?" His mother asked.

"Nothing new since yesterday. I guess we all find out tomorrow. I'm sure it's nothing but a paper test."

His father sighed. "Look. I know we signed the papers allowing you to test but are you sure this is something that you want to do?"

Gale sighed just as his father did. He set his fork on the table and kept his head down.

"Honey," his mother spoke, "we talked about this. We agreed we weren't going to bring this up again."

"I know, I know. But I want you to look me in the eyes Gale and tell me that this is something that YOU want."

Gale slowly lifted his head looking his father into his stern and worrisome Brown eyes. "Yes. I want to be a hero. And it's because of Bruce that I want to be one."

His mother and father reached for his hands grabbing them earnestly. 

"We know. It's just that," she froze for a moment, "we couldn't stand to watch you die too. One son was enough."

"I want you to be sure that you aren't going into this without thinking fully of the consequences."

"I know what the consequences are. I buried him with you guys. And in that moment that being a hero wasn't a game. It was a life choice. But he still made it to make the world safe for us."

"Can't you leave that responsibility to someone else?" 

"I can't. Because you two are my parents. And I want to make sure that nothing ever happens to you."

His parents rose from their seats and embraced their son and he embraced them back. 

"Don't worry. I'll be a hero that you and Bruce won't have to worry about."