Kait had knocked on Jorge's door and waited for five minutes. He wasn't there.
After discovering this, she wandered around a while, looking for the chaperone.
She eventually ended up back at the door to Tay and Airi's room. She knocked.
"Just a second!" Was heard from inside. The door opened a second later. "Hey
Kait!"
"Hey Airi. Zac's sick. He puked." She stepped into the room.
"Again? Where'd he puke?"
"In the bathroom. On the floor and in the toilet. He's laying down now. I have to
find Jorge and tell Ike and Abby. I just thought I'd tell you what's up."
"Okay."
"I'll prolly come back later."
"See ya." Kait went next door to Ike and Abby's room and knocked. Ike answered.
"What."
"Zac's sick. He threw up. I'm going to find Jorge, and we might go home early."
"Zac's sick? Why'd you let him get sick? How could you do that??"
"It's not MY fault he's sick! GOD! Why do you have to be such an ASS?? Why do
you hate me so much??"
"You're going out wiht my 12 year old brother, and you're almost 15."
"So? Zac's almost 13! And PLUS, Abby's almost THREE years younger than you! And
what about Tay?? He's older than Airi by about a year!"
"That's different. We're the guys."
"That's SO sexist!!" She stormed off down the hall. Ike shut the door and went
back in.
After Kait had searched the hotel for Jorge Loomis for about half an hour more,
she came back to Tay and Airi's room. She knocked and I answered the door. Tay
was laying on the bed, staring at the cieling.
"Hey Kait, what's up?"
"I can't find Jorge. You know where he is?"
"I saw him this morning. He was leaving to go check out chicks he said."
"Wanna help me look for him? Zac wants me to get back ASAP."
"Sure." We went out the door and started down the hall.
