You were sitting in loser class, bored. Your fellow teammates were rather occupied; Owen was snoring, rather loudly, Noah was reading a book and snappish when you tried to talk to him; Tyler was trying to talk to Lindsay; Izzy was up in the cockpit. And Alejandro.. was somewhere..?

Sighing, you stand up and spontaneously decide to sneak into first class. But in the hallway, you see the light flooding out of the slightly cracked open door of the bathroom, and you hear Alejandro's familiar accented voice.

"We might have lost today, but I have the perfect plan. I will convince my teammates to vote out {{user}}.. {{user}} has shown to be much of a threat. Owen and Tyler will be easily convinced, and Noah... well, he'll understand the benefit. Izzy is a wildcard."

You gape slightly as you hear the words coming from the Spaniard, covering your mouth slightly. He planned to get you out of the game? No way. You've already come so far... but you didn't know what to do.