Jaune sat on the roof, waiting as the sun to drop down from the sky. He was currently staring at the paper Castiel had given him. The way Cas had acted at the end of their meeting was really bothering him. He saw the fear in his eyes, heard the anxiety as Cas spoke. Whoever Bobby Singer was, the two must not've parted on good terms.

He remembered what Ozpin had said, how he might not like the answers he gets. All in all, he couldn't give a damn. Jaune just wanted to know something. He recalled hearing about the effects missing children have. After years of not knowing, a parent can start to hope they're dead. They start to consider how long it had been, how the kid they'd raised might be a complete stranger. He guessed that having any form of closure was better than not knowing. The same went for this crap with Singer and his father.

He let out a long sigh. It was about high time he addressed the elephant on the roof. "I'm amazed at how quiet you can be in heels, Blake." He heard the less tentative steps as Blake walked up and stood behind him.

"Quite the view, isn't it?" He continued to stare at the sun, "Jaune, what are you-"

Jaune held a hand up to stop her, "Hold on. this is the best part." She stayed reluctantly silent and took a seat next to him. They watched as the upper rim of the sun sank below the horizon, and then a flash of green light shot up into the sky for only a second, then it was gone and the sky receded into a grey-black shade as night fell. "Wow."

"Right?" Jaune lied back and paths hands under his head as a cushion. "So, was there something you were gonna ask me, partner?"

Blake brought her legs up to her chest and rested her arms on her knees as she continued to stare at the spot where the green flash had been. "Jaune, why don't you tell us anything?"

"What do you mean?" The boy sat back up. "I mean that we hardly know anything about you."

"Well, there isn't much to tell."

Blake looked like she wanted to say something more, "Look up." She did, leaning back a bit and holding herself up with her arms. "They're stars."

"Yeah. I remember going out to my backyard and lying down, looking up at them. Sometimes my mom would be there, we'd try to come up with new constellations we'd see." He said with a chuckle. He pointed to the north star and moved it to the right, "If you look at the north star and follow the line of smaller stars there..." He traced a shape as Blake watched, "It looks like a boat."

He was right. It did look like a boat. "They never really change."

"What?"

"The stars. No matter where you go, you can look up at them and see the same ones. Especially out here where we're farther from the city. All the light pollution make's it harder to see." Blake didn't realize she was staring at her partner until she looked away and stared outward.

"Could you tell me something else? About your mother, I mean."

He paused for a moment, "She was the best. She somehow managed to balance taking care of me and my sisters along with working to feed us."

"How'd she manage that?" Blake asked curiously, "Oh, she wasn't alone. My dad died when I was four, and his dad, my grandfather, moved in with us to help out."

"The same guy that unlocked your semblance?" He nodded. "He'd take me fishing at a lake up near our village if the weather held."

"Do you still see them?" Jaune's smile fell. He didn't speak for a few seconds just staring out at the sky. "No." Blake thought of asking more, but decided to leave it for now. Jaune got up and stretched his back. "We should probably go back inside."

"Yeah." They left the roof and headed down the stairs to their floor. Once back in the dorm, Jaune didn't bother changing out of his jeans and hoodie, flopping into bed and falling asleep instantly. Then, Blake was left by herself, changing into her sleepwear and reading for a few minutes by candlelight. She couldn't, however, focus on the words or the story. Instead, her thoughts wandered to her partner. She was starting to see why he didn't talk about his family. If they had lived in Helgen, then they must not have made it out.

She set her book down and tried not to think about it anymore. Blake pushed any ideas about Jaune or Helgen to the back of her mind and laid her head down, trying to get some sleep.

Jaune got up and checked the clock on his scroll. He figured seven hours or so of sleep was enough for his team, so he grabbed the digital clock on the nightstand and set a five minute timer. The boy then took a quick shower and finished getting dressed just as the alarm went off, hearing a collection of groans from his team on the other side of the bathroom door.

"Good morning everyone!" He chirped before ducking under a dog shaped pillow. "Jaaaauune why?" Ruby asked under her covers. Jaune opened the curtains to the one window in their dorm and answered, "We're going to Vale!"

The female side of Team JSBR sat across from Jaune on the airship as he swallowed a motion sickness pill. He'd roughly filled them in on his plan to find this Bobby Singer guy and why he dragged them along.

"You guys want to learn more about me? Now you can."

Ruby's body listed to the side and rested against Weiss's shoulder as she started to fall back asleep. The heiress flicked her forehead and she startled awake. "So Jaune, who told you about this man?" Weiss asked. "A friend of mine. He and Bobby Singer are the only surviving members of my dad's team."

"And this is the same man that was institutionalized?"

"Yep."

"So, you'll just trust the word of someone in a mental institution that another man lives alone and hasn't been heard from in years and has all the answers to the albeit hazy circumstances of the deaths of your father's team."

"Yep."

"And you wonder why we question your sanity."

"Of course." Jaune replied. That's when his scroll rang and he excused himself, moving to the back of the ship.

"This is Jaune."

"Oh, thank god. I thought I'd dialed the wrong number and was actually speaking to the prime minister of Mistral. Thank you, Jaune, for clearing that up." Said Paarthurnax.

"You're not growing cynical in your own age, are you?" Jaune asked.

"Ozpin told me you're tracking down Bobby Singer." Any light heartedness in his uncle's voice was gone and Jaune's smile disappeared. "And?"

"And I wanted to know what you plan on doing once you find him."

"Ask him about my father, I guess." He heard Paarthurnax snort. "What?" He asked indignantly. "Have you even thought about why he went into hiding?"

"Of course I have." He had not. "Hmph. Just be careful. I'd hate to have another Mistrali Apartment Fire on our hands." Paarthurnax quipped.

"Screw you." He hung up and walked back over to his team. Ruby asked, "So, are you gonna let us in on your plan to find this guy, Jaune? Or are you gonna be weird and vague about it?"

"Yes."