Hanging outside the Shlip dormitories was depressing. Morgan remembered living there last year and how she could not wait to get out on her own; and longing for a real kitchen and not just a hot plate and a microwave. There weren’t that many students in the dorms this time of the year, except for a few who opted to stay on campus for the summer rather than returning to their parents home; it was freedom for them, limited, but still freedom.

Morgan’s amber eyes watched a few tired individuals coming and going from the dorms. Somewhere returning from their dreary day of summer classes, and others were just getting ready to go out. What the redhead was watching for was a particular person coming out. Ever since Prom night, Morgan had revealed her identity to Sailor Maenalus, and promised the eager senshi that they could patrol.

For one reason or another, every time her senshi phone had a message ‘Patrol?’ come up, the girl had some kind of clever excuse to get out of it. She was busy with homework, she had a date, she forgot she was suppose to go out of town to visit her Nana; the senshi was running out of excuses. Finally, the redhead agreed. It was that or lie and say she had to wash her hair.