Lydia fails to appear in chemistry. 

Come to think of it, she didn't have any truffles. 

Boyd does, and without anyone to dog at their heels, he and Solvei could finish first by a landslide. 

This is hardly vindicating to Solvei's competitive instincts.

Well, okay, it's a little vindicating.

Still. Worrisome.

Boyd is more pleased than worried. She should join him. 

Anyway here's history. 

History! She will learn of things historical.

Historical things are generally what they cover, yes.

And then come archery lessons with Combat Friend.

Fun! Excitement! Archery!

"God, it's been a while since I've done any shooting. There's not much call for it in the city."

"Well, I'm delighted to be your excuse."

"We should go shopping tomorrow. Every girl needs to find the right weapon." 

"Ooh, yes, let's."

Film and woodworking club meet today, if she's interested. 

Well, just for the hell of it, let's see what's up with woodworking!

Boyd is apparently what is up with woodworking. 

He seems shocked to see her here.

"Chemistry, cello, woodshop...got any more tricks?"

"I don't actually know any woodworking. Yet. I'm just semi-randomly checking out all the clubs I've heard of to see how interesting they are. This one looks like fun!"

She's certainly welcome to watch.

Boyd will demonstrate how to sand, cut, and glue wood.

He doesn't really try to teach her, but shows her the process in detail, slowing down if she wants to get a closer look. 

Solvei is fascinated and delighted by this learning opportunity. Just watching with no active educational efforts seems to suit her fine.

Boyd seems to enjoy someone willingly putting up with him, so they both win.

Eventually, he has to stop for the day.

The project isn't finished, but it looks like he's been building a chair.

He stores the parts there, and wishes Solvei a good night.

"I was right, that was fun. G'night, Boyd. See you tomorrow."

And she goes home, and nothing out of the ordinary happens, and the next day is Friday. What a delightful first week of school she has had.

Math presumably flies by for her.

Paranoid Friend seems stressed and twitchy.

"You okay?" she asks as the class is letting out.

"Not really. Have you seen Lydia? Lydia Martin? She's sort of not here. Hasn't been since yesterday around lunch."

"She wasn't in Chemistry yesterday, I noticed because normally she's my sole competition. Haven't seen any sign of her since then. How worried should I be? Do you want help looking for her?"

"It's not like her to miss class. She has been having a bad few weeks, since Jackson dumped her. Idiot. I don't know, I guess I'm not sure if it's just that, or something worse."