MONDAY:
"NICK, YA GONNA MAKE IT TO THE BUS?" LAURA ASKS FROM THE DRIVER'S SEAT OF HER RENTAL CAR. SHE TAKES A LOOK IN THE MIRROR WHICH PEERS INTO THE BACKSEAT. NICK, A PASTY-WHITE COLOR, IS SPRAWLED ACROSS THE BACKSEAT,
MOANING, WITH HIS HEAD PROPPED UP ON BRENDA'S LEG. BRENDA GLANCES UP AT LAURA, SHEER TERROR REFLECTING IN HER EYES. NICK SUDDENLY GAGS, CAUSING LAURA TO FLOOR THE GAS PEDAL.
"UGH." NICK GROANS IN DISGUST. "I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED."
"YEAH, THE PHOTOGRAPHER WASN'T TOO HAPPY." BRENDA REPLIES, LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW. "OF COURSE, IT'S NOT EVERYDAY I'M SURE THAT HE'S HAD A CLIENT BLOW CHUNKS ALL OVER HIM." THE THOUGHT CAUSES NICK TO GROAN AGAIN AND BOTH GIRLS BECOME MORE PARANOID.
"THAT WAS ONE OF THE MOST EXCITING PHOTOSHOOTS I'VE BEEN TO YET." LAURA LAUGHS, TRYING TO ENLIGHTEN THE MOMENT WITH SOME HUMOR. "THAT GUY OUGHT TO HAVE A HELL OF A TIME TRYING TO GET THOSE PANCAKES OUT OF HIS CAMERA LENS."
NICK MOANS.
"I TOLD YOU TO STAY AT THE BUS IF YOU STILL FELT SICK; THAT BRIAN AND ESTHER WOULD BE THERE TO TAKE CARE OF YOU." BRENDA REMINDS, LOOKING DOWN AT NICK. HE NODS, AND CLOSES HIS EYES. HE TRIES TO GRUMBLE SOMETHING BUT
ONLY MANAGES TO GAG AGAIN.
"LAURA, YOU BETTER GET TO THAT BUS." BRENDA WARNS, WHILE LAURA ONCE AGAIN GIVES THE CAR SOME GAS.
"OK NICK, LET'S GET YOU TO THE BEDROOM SO YOU CAN LIE DOWN." LAURA SUGGESTS, WHILE HER AND BRENDA ASSIST NICK UP THE BUS STAIRS. "REMEMBER, ESTHER AND BRIAN ARE HERE SO YOU'LL HAVE COMPANY WHILE WE'RE GONE. UNTIL
THEN, GET SOME REST."
"BRIAN?! ESTHER?!" BRENDA CALLS AS SHE STUMBLES OVER NICK'S SCUBA GEAR.
NO ANSWER. SENSING SOMETHING PECULIAR, BUT NOT KNOWING WHAT, SHE CONTINUES TO HELP NICK TO THE BEDROOM. HER AND LAURA GET NICK SITUATED UNDER THE COVERS TO HIS BUNK AND LOOK AROUND EXPECTANTLY FOR THEIR OTHER COMPANIONS. BRENDA WORKS HER WAY BACK INTO THE KITCHEN, SCRATCHING HER HEAD. "BRIAN?! ESTHER?! YOU GUYS?! WHERE ARE YOU?!"
(LITTLE DO THEY KNOW, BRIAN AND ESTHER ARE LONG GONE....)
