Pam wasn't really sure where she was going. It was a sunday, which meant no classes. But she hadn't made any plans. So she wondered around the school, and ended up in the third floor corridor. She was hoping she could find a friendly face to talk to. Maybe an old friend. She wasn't really sure if she had any old friends. She remembered having some friends during her first term, but that was years ago. Now she was a third year, and seemed to only have three friends. Her goal for most of her second and third term was to make friends. But instead, she ended up keeping to herself.