Three years ago, we graduated from base tier. Everyone left base tier thinking they had bright futures, But middle tier wasn’t what we expected. Hey. Aren’t you excited? Yeah… Oh, come on. I’m sure we can pick our own classes this time. In middle tier, everyone had to take four of the same classes. Airplane history, language, avian science, and flight trajectory mathematics. A pitiful few did not even have classes that helped them hone their own interests. At the end of the day, Educators in every class would assign us homework. Everyone’s clinging on to the hope that top tier will be better. Hey. When is this line gonna end anyways? Don’t know. I guess there’s too many people entering third tier. Boring. *Psst* Let’s look around. Um… Oh, come on. Wait… Where are we anyways? Did we go too far? We need to get out of– Help! What…? How did you even get in there? I–I don’t know…it just– Run… Run!