They arrived at Port Royale and Clint asked one of the people working at one of the restaurants' if they could spare a handful of ice. After the whole ordeal was explained to the worker, he gave them some ice in a small plastic baggie. Dave ran to the bathroom and got some paper towels.

"How does it feel?" Dave asked when he returned.

"It feels like hell," she replied with a shrug. "but I think I'll survive." Then she looked at her watch. "Oh, crap-kabobs! It's almost 10:00! I told my friends that I was just gonna get my sandals and that I would be right back, and here, I've been gone, what about twenty minutes?"

"Crap-kabobs?" Bob asked, scratching his head, smiling.

"It's just a little thing I say." She said, laughing as she saw the bewildered looks on their faces.

"We'll walk you back." Dave said, scowling at Bob. "It's the least we can do."

Apparently, Dave still felt bad about running into her because he was trying to be so helpful. So were the others because they quickly agreed with Dave. She thanked them and the group started back towards her room.

"So, who are you here with?" Bob asked as they were crossing the first bridge to the island.

"My father and my three best friends. Hey, you guys wanna meet them?" she asked.

"Sure!" they said in unison.

"So, why are you guys out here?" Scott asked. "Just your regular old vacation thing?"

"Yeah." she replied. "We actually came down here to... go... to... a......." It hit her like a bolt of lightning. The concert! Now she knew who they were! now she knew why she had known their names! She must have been hit on the head pretty hard. She was standing amidst the band that she had come to Florida to see. "Holy shit!" she whispered.

"You came out here to go to a holy shit? Sounds like lots of fun." Clint said, laughing.

Scott punched him in the shoulder and asked, "What did you come out here to go to?"

"Um........the Magic Kingdom, yeah, that's it. And MGM Studios." she said quickly.

"Oh," Scott said. "So did we....kinda."

"Cool."she said. She couldn't think of anything else to say. She was having enough trouble just remembering to breath.

"You ok?" Dave asked. "You look kinda pale, all of a sudden."

"Uh, I'm ok, I guess." she said. Suddenly, she became very self conscious. She felt her face growing hot. She realized that they, themselves, hadn't told her, and they probably had no intention to. Jenni's exact words ran through her mind, 'I'm sure that they don't want a mob following them.' She also knew that if they were going to meet her friends, she would have to plan it out very carefully.

They couldn't all just walk into the room. Somebody might have a heart attack. Suddenly, she got an idea.

"Hey, why don't you guys wait for us here on the beach? I wouldn't want to just walk in with you guys if they were, like, changing clothes, ya know?" Malory suggested.

"Oh, I hadn't thought of that." Bob said. Then an evil look came over his face and he cried, "Come on, guys! Let's hurry! We might miss it!"

"You're sick." Malory said, laughing. She had started feeling a little less self conscious. She figured that if they really didn't like her, then they would have ditched her by now, and obviously, they were still there.

"Ok." said Scott. "We'll be over there." He pointed to the hammock that he had carried her over to not twenty minutes before.

'Be back in a few. It should be quick. Dave wont be putting my life in danger this time." she said, grinning at Dave. He blushed and she took off for the room knowing that she would have a lot of explaining to do. First, why she was gone so long. Second, who she had met, though she might not be totally honest about that, and third, how she needed her friends to come down to the beach, immediately, without giving away who was waiting for them.