The party was underway and so far it had been awesome. Dancing and drinking and revalry of all kinds.

Noxer had just announced that there was going to be a slide show and all the Nobodies turned to the overly large screen now set up in the giant room.

Suddenly the words 'Celebrate good times, come on!' were blared through the speakers and the song began. At first, head shots of every Nobody in the Manor flashed by and Paxvel could recognize most of them, he was Superior after all, it was part of his job.

After that, came a wave of pictures from over the year and a few months that the Org had been open.

The drag prom, the superheros/villians get together, the campouts, the vacations, the chores, the parties, the games, the plays, the holidays, the weird times when everyone was turned into mermaids, and animals, and plushies. It showed the birthdays, the new comers, the people who left. The slide show was full to the brim of joyous moments; friends hanging out, laughter, smiles, Noxer's proposal.

By the end, Paxvel was in tears from laughing so hard, leaning against Yamexa for support.

Then the darkened screen flicked to life once more, but this time, the music was soft, almost sad. Pictures began to pass by at a slower rate. Dark ones; when Heartless attacked, taking the form of friends and loved ones, when Noxer was hurt in that attack, Nobodies learning of their past lives and who or what killed them. Then came a small show of Gaxon, in honor of the man who had chosen to retire.

Now it seemed everyone was crying again, but not for the same reason as before. Once more the screen went dark, and someone began clapping; the noise quickly raced across the room.

Paxvel smiled, leaning back. It had been a wonderful year since he had joined. He had made it to Superior now and had found himself a wonderful lover and a lost sister. He had made countless irreplacible friends and a couple of enemies. He was proud to be a part of Organization Outcasts and even more proud to call it his home.