"Gladly! The more the merrier, right?"

Liz pressed her hands together in glee. "Das what I'm talkin' 'bout! You go, girl~." Both turned around to Hendrik and waved their goodbyes. Now back on their way to the dorms, Liz stopped for a moment, looking upwards into the sky as a weird cloud came closer. "Hey...uh...you are an expert in unusual things, right? So are we going to be blessed by some gold dust from an Angel with bowel problems, or is that cloud above us a more concerning threat?"

Sam looked up but saw nothing. She shrugged it off at first but then saw the dust reflect in the sun once more. She did not notice that some of it landed on her beloved Hot Dog. Hastily taking a bite out of the contaminated food, Sam realizes she had forgotten her equipment in her room. "You thhhhhstay put 'ere!" The girl ran for her life, discarding the leftover onto her table as she grabbed a small bottle to catch the cloud.

Once she had come back, the dust had already gone by. "Sorry, hun, but I can't control Cupid's love farts," she said to cheer Sam up, but it did not help much. Defeated by the outcome and with a lowered head, she returned to her room, leaning back into her chair as Liz came in to take the remainder of the Hot Dog. It was there when she realized...