lydia felt like she was the last one on the ship. a small suit case full of shorts and bikinis felt heavier than it should, though. she was holding a card that said “room 183A”. and lydia didn’t know what that meant. the chicagoan was rooming around the halls without a soul in sight to ask where the hell room 183A was. so she kept dragging her suitcase until someone would pop up so lydia could ask for help. tired and slightly getting annoyed at the unknown, suddenly a door was opening. “thank god!”, she mumbled, trying to find out where the sound was coming from. “anna!”, lydia said out loud and anna jay came out of the room next to her. “thank god i see someone that could help me! i’m totally lost.”