The detective looked at the phone and then looked at me strangely. I avoided eye contact with him and pretended that was what I had intended to send. He looked at me for a few more seconds before I heard rapid clicking and the send sound I had heard moments earlier.

"Don't tell anyone I did that." the detective said. I gave him a comical look. How could I tell anyone that? I then switched my gaze to a more questioning one.

"As much as I would love to see you behind bars for days to come it really ruins the enjoyment when we see you on the cameras, teleporting out of the holding cell to change the channel." the detective stated. What he said was sort of confusing. Yeah, he could want me out of here because of annoyance but he didn't even mention how I couldn't send the text message myself. If he wanted to see me suffer you would think he would gloat or make fun of me for that. Why was he being nice to me?

I sat there trying to guess what he was planning that involved being nice to me. Thirty minutes passed and I still couldn't think of a logical reason.

"Can we hurry along this pointless ritual." a voice sounded from the front door. I looked up and cowered a little bit when I saw that Glynda Goodwitch had come for me.

"We already have the paperwork drawn up from last night. All you have to do is sign for her." the detective stated. Glynda stormed across the building and snatched up the clipboard offered by the detective.

A few pen strokes later Glynda turned to me and aggressively commanded "Come".

I followed her out of the police station and saw there was a taxi cab waiting and Glynda got in. I was done now, right? I was free? So I could just head back to Yang.

"Get in." Glynda demanded after rolling the window down. She kind of scared me so I didn't want to get in the same vehicle as her. I gave a 'no thanks' gesture and was about to teleport back to Beacon before my body was frozen by an invisible force.

"Do you think you are answerable to only Miss Xiao Long? Is that it?" she asked, giving control of my head back to me. I defiantly nodded my head, none too pleased about how this woman was able to completely overpower me.

"True she is the one who gives you your medication but where do you think she gets the pills? Get in!" Glynda demanded. Oh no. Yang was bad enough, now her. I was given control of my body again but that in no way made me free to do what I wanted. I sighed and reluctantly made my way to the far side of the car and got in. I sat, looking out the window, not really wanting to engage with Glynda in any way.

"I hope you realize that if you had stayed with team RWBY last night, that would have wasted much less of both of our time." Glynda chided. I ignored her and continued to look out the window. I didn't have any time to myself anyways.

"Neo! There is a difference between being rude and being silent. You could at least do me the courtesy of looking at me when I am speaking to you!" Glynda yelled. I promptly obeyed, remembering just how easily this woman could defeat me.

"Now. Your message was ... odd to say the least. If I may, where did you receive your primary education?" Glynda asked handing me her scroll as if she expected me to type it out. Instead, I grabbed her wrist and teleported us.

"An orphanage. For how many ..." Glynda asked, observing her surroundings and then turning to face me. I had already given the answer by holding up one finger.

"You had the opportunity to get an education so why didn't you stay?" Glynda queried. I rubbed my fingers together, raised an arm up high as if I was defining an imaginary level, pointed at the orphanage, and then lowered my arm to define a lower level.

"Money isn't everything." She stated. I gave her an incredulous look.

"Did you need to pay anyone to get cured? Have you needed any money over the last few days?" Glynda asked . This ... this is different than real life. I'm not free like team RWBY. Although, they did mention how they got to study for free. I wonder if they pay a dorm fee or something? It can't be completely free can it? Wait a second, I owe Yang five fifty. It wasn't much but I wasn't going to lose this argument without a fight. I nodded.

"For what?" Glynda asked. I teleported us into the grocery store, switched the color of my eyes to Yang's shade of lilac, and did my best Yang impression.

"How did you fall into a situation where you already owe Ms. Xiao Long money." Glynda asked. I just sighed and shrugged my shoulders, completely drawing a blank on how I was going to communicate that.

"How much do you owe her?" Glynda asked. I signaled the numbers 5,5,0 with my hands.

"Five hundred and fifty lien! How did you ..." Glynda assumed before she saw my pointing downwards. "Five fifty? You were allowed to keep much more than that amount of cash when you woke up. Why don't you just pay her back?" Glynda asked accusingly. I stubbornly shook my head. There was no way I was going to pay that bimbo for her own mistake.

Glynda sighed and stated "I knew that we should have found a different team to pair you with. Then again, you two have some things in common, mainly stubbornness. Well seeing as our car is nowhere in sight, I assume you will be offering me transport back to Beacon. To my office please.". I sighed and grabbed her wrist. I really hope that this trend of me being used as a method of transport would not catch on. I'm not a damned pony.

"Please wait outside while I attend to some business." I was commanded. I sat down in a waiting area and was disappointed to find that magazines were the only form of entertainment offered to those who wait. Not even the type of magazines with pictures, the boring kind with pages filled with blocks of text.

"Will Yang Xiao Long please come to my office. Yang Xiao Long to my office please." I heard over the intercom. Screw magazines, something tells me I am very much going to enjoy listening to what Glynda has to say to Yang.