Stella could feel the fatigue weighing her down like a full suit of armor. It did that more often than not now days. After she had been kicked out of Hourichi she had become severely depressed. The big shots said that it was for public safety, but really they just didn't want their precious prestige ruined. The first week she was supposed to attend Icarus High Stella hadn't bother with getting out of her bed any more than she had too. Her brother in effort to make her feel better had skipped classes, but  it hadn't helped much. She's relieved when the last bell of the day rings. As fast as possible she starts to put her notebook and textbook back in the proper order in her bag.  Although the students of Icarus had been a whole more understanding than her former classmates had been for the short about of time she had returned to Hourichi, Stella usually just comes to school and then goes back to her dorm. The blood warp pulled a wry face when Ren asked about her dining plans. "Probably not. You remember what happened the last time I tried to eat out somewhere. I'm just going to eat in my room Ren." The weight she had lost in the black lab hadn't been put on again, mainly because Stella's appetite isn't functioning like it should. Something her caregivers are hounding her about constantly.<br/><br/>Of course others had been trying to get her out of her deep grey funk as well other than her brother. There's her friend Cora for example, whose doing her best to help establish a normal routine again. Then there's Vanessa, the girl she met while still in the lab. And last but not least is Alyssa, the officer that had just suddenly appeared in their lives. Out of all of them she seems the most demanding that Stella quit moping around and pick up the shattered pieces of her life and make something of it.<br/><br/>Zane headed for Academic Gardens. As usual he always changes out of his Hourichi Performing Arts school uniform until more normal clothes. He had learned early on that his sister seeing the uniform only made her burst into tears and her depression worse.<br/><br/>The resident assistants of Stella's building had given up on trying to regulate how many people are in Stella's rooms at once. They don't even bother to check his ID just wave high to him. They know that he likes getting there before his sister so that she can come home to something positive. He heads up to Stella's room, perching in her desk chair. At least she has the room to herself.