January 5th, 2002

The hotel they were staying in was luxurious. Golden lighting, lilies everywhere in enormous vases, dark red carpeting with gold patterns, quality wood on the walls, gleaming chandeliers.

Randy was sitting in the hallway playing a Gameboy. Trying to get away from the complaining in his family's suite. Maya was going off again, asking what she was supposed to do with her time if she couldn't exit the hotel.

"Let me go to the mall with Alice, at least," she'd been saying.

"What mall? Marseille has a mall now?" their mom said logically. This led to Maya letting out what Randy could only equivalate as a growl. That was his time to go.

Sam and Lorraine had brought them nice pastries from a bakery in Marseille proper, which had delighted Anais since it reminded her of the ones her mom makes. Randy had shared one with Sam and it was satisfying. He'd then eaten a croque monsieur, which was lovely.

It was becoming the afternoon, so he thought finding some lunch could be a good idea. The restaurant in here would be serving lunch soon. He wanted to grab Sam, and if Lorraine wanted to come he thought that could be ok. He didn't know how to thank her for yesterday, taking care of him as he felt awful.

Yesterday had been a lost day. He'd felt bad when he woke up in the morning. Then he'd passed out as he was making his breakfast, bumping his head on the counter on the way down. Then he'd felt terrible all day after that. Every time he'd woken up briefly, Lorraine was there asking him if he was okay and taking his blood sugar. She fed him peanut butter crackers. That much he knew. Maybe he could get her some flowers. He was staring at the nice lilies. They'd be here for a few days, so he thought that could work. They could be delivered.

He went toward the lobby, and as he did he stopped in his tracks. No way. Why was this here? He squinted as if seeing a mirage.

Off the lobby was a medium sized arcade. It seemed to have an interstellar theme, complete with neon colored aliens.

"Cool," he said, going inside like a zombie.

He had some cash with him, and he quickly located a coin exchange machine. He waited patiently for it to give him tokens. It was cool to him that it gave tokens. He'd have figured it would be smaller denominations of coinage, given this was a hotel arcade. He decided he'd keep one as a souvenir.

He found a nice Space Invaders machine that looked pretty old. It was appropriate, given the arcade's theme. He settled in for a good time. This was exactly what he needed. He finally felt himself relaxing.

Takuya was on the plane to Paris now. He was pretty wide eyed. Not only was it his second plane ever, but he was in first class. He had an actual bed, though it was pretty skinny. It had a motor that made it go up and down from a seat to a bed. He was laying in it for the novelty. Next to him was a drink that had been brought to him by a flight attendant. She kept coming by to ask if he even wanted a replacement drink. "Your drink has gone flat, sir. Shall I bring you another soda?" He told her no every time. Imagine. Replacing your beverage, because it was flat?

When he was in an airport in Tokyo, he wasn't sure how transfers worked. He'd had to ask the front desk like a child and someone had led him to his appropriate gate. He'd thanked them profusely, but still being polite.

Across from his gate was none other than KFC. They hadn't managed to have it at New Year's. His mom had instead made some nice chicken, which his siblings didn't like. He thought about the money in his backpack that his neighbors had given him, and his neighbor's ringing words in his head of "remember to have fun." Well, getting KFC was fun and he was pretty hungry as well. She'd been right about travel expenses. He hadn't thought that he'd need food. They'd surprisingly given him a cookie on the plane. It had been, in every sense of the word, sweet.

When he got in line, he realized KFC offered a lot more than chicken so he took each option into consideration carefully. He hadn't actually eaten some of the options offered. Mashed potatoes looked interesting. His mom always liked to boil or bake them whole.

He got a 500 yen special, which he thought was pretty expensive, but he thought this was pretty special so maybe it was worth it. But, he went away with a little thing stuck in his throat at having spent that money. He held his bag and drink and felt so strange. Oddly happy, but also worried about the money.

He sat down at one of the red tables and unloaded the bag. Inside was a small serving of mashed potatoes and gravy, a biscuit with some honey on it, and two lovely pieces of fried chicken. Inside his head, he thanked for the food so very much. He was so grateful for this.

As he dug in, he couldn't believe how salty it all was. How greasy, too. He didn't exactly not like it. It was delicious. But he found himself pausing due to the salt sometimes. He thought it would be better served with half the salt, maybe. His drink was also so sweet that he had to pause. It was advertised as tea. He wasn't sure it was.

He threw away his wrappers and empty drink, and saw he still had some time before his flight. He went into the store next door to the KFC, looking all around it as he entered. It seemed to be an everything store.

It had been a long time since he'd bought things for himself. He was always thinking about his siblings. He saw some things that he thought his siblings would like in here, such as stuffed animals. He found himself looking at the magazines. There were some music ones, but he didn't see anything about hip hop. Still, there were some interesting magazines. He held one in his hands. It was so expensive. He didn't think it was appropriate to look inside it, since he hadn't bought it. It was a gaming magazine, which he thought was pretty cool. The grocery store back home didn't have anything like this.

He put it under his arm. He decided he'd keep it for a really long time when he bought it, so it could be worth the price. He wandered the store. It had some nice headphones, but they were way out of his price range. The tape player he had with him and the headphones with it had been a birthday present from long ago, and he was happy with that. This store had some CD's, though. He looked at them carefully. There was a CD from a hip hop artist he knew, but he found the 2,000 yen price tag to hurt too much. After carefully looking at it, he put it back.

After long consideration, he'd bought two appropriately priced books and a large water. He'd splurged on the books, because he figured he'd been gone a while and he needed something to read. He knew where he was going, most things would be in French, so he wouldn't have another opportunity. He decided that when he got back, he'd let his mom read them. That was good value for the money. He knew they'd be on their bookshelf for a long time.

As he waited in line, he spied something that made him turn away. But, he turned back to it.

A box of Pokemon cards was sitting there on the counter. 200 yen each, just like at the grocery store. But, these were newer. A different version of them. He picked up a pack, looking at it carefully. The money in his backpack felt heavy. The person in front of him went away, and suddenly it was his turn. Without another thought, he put two packs on the counter. One each for his brother and sister. He thought of his kind neighbor, taking care of them. He thought it was likely she'd buy these for them if she knew they liked them. This was her money, after all. Still, he looked down as the cashier rang them up. Worried about spending this much.

The cashier put his purchases in a bag and he thanked her. He went away back to the area for his flight. He sat down, about to open his bag, but an announcement came up saying his flight was boarding. Apparently he'd gotten back just in time. This time, first class was first to board. He stood in the appropriate line. He felt weird, knowing what to do now. He clutched his bag from the store much too hard, thinking about it. He'd spent so much on it, feeling guilty. But, he reminded himself of the reasons for these purchases. His sister had even asked him to bring back a present. As he boarded, he thought about the stuffed animals in that store. One of those would have been better than Pokemon cards...

In the arcade, Randy woke up to a front desk person poking his shoulders.

"Bonjour, mademoiselle," she said kindly. "Are you alright?"

He realized he must have sat against the wall and fell asleep. He felt his pinkies were numb. Not really a good sign.

"Oh. I think my blood sugar is low. I came down for lunch, but I got distracted by the arcade."

She didn't seem to know what to say to that. She helped him up and he felt wobbly. He put his hand to his forehead.

"Can you please grab the people in room 640? They're my guardians," he told her.

"Yes, of course. May I show you to our cafe first?"

He thought it was a good idea. "Yes, ma'am."

He sat down in the cafe and she helped him order an orange juice. Orange juice or any sweet drink wasn't the most appropriate for him to raise his blood sugar, but he wanted to be polite. He figured a few sips might help, at least.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep in the arcade. His cheeks went red as he felt embarrassed.

His orange juice came pretty quickly, and he began drinking some. He hoped he'd feel better soon. He did feel pretty awful. Likely going into the arcade hadn't been a wise idea. Still, he wanted to go back. He still had a mountain of tokens in a complimentary plastic cup.

Pretty soon, he saw Sam and Lorraine rushing to him. He felt his chin go inwards a little, embarrassed. At this point, a waiter gave him a menu and he tried to act like he was casually looking at it. But, likely his red cheeks were betraying him.

"I'm so sorry," Sam said immediately upon getting to him. "I don't know what I was thinking. I should have been there."

"It's okay. Hey, what do you want for lunch?" He thought about the flowers he wanted to order for Lorraine when he saw her face up close. She was looking at him kindly, but concerned. He wanted them to stop doing that.

Sam took the menu from him and they looked at it.

"I'm going to order for you first before we decide," Sam said. "Did you order yet?" He saw the juice in front of him and he took it away. "Don't drink that. Did they give that to you?"

He nodded. "I drank a little bit of it."

Lorraine gestured for his testing kit and he went into his pocketbook to get it. She immediately began testing him. He was grateful, but felt the tips of his ears singe.

Sam gestured for a waiter. He pointed at something on the menu. Randy had read the menu earlier and saw they had a chicken sandwich. He wondered if that was what Sam was ordering for him. He knew Sam recognized the word "poulet", so he hoped that's what it was.

"Your blood sugar is seventy-eight. You must be feeling awful. I'm sorry," Lorraine said, massaging his hand, the one she'd used to test with. She looked at Sam. "Do they have any cookies or anything? He needs one."

Sam got up. "I bet they have some at their little store. I saw it on the way in. I'll go get him some. It'll be quicker than ordering a dessert."

He felt his cheeks go impossibly redder. He wanted to say he was going to be fine, and them treating him like this was unnecessary, but he wasn't going to be fine.

"Um, you should order," he said.

"We will, sweetie. We just want to make sure you're fine first."

He nodded, unable to say anything else in his emotion. He was embarrassed about everything, but he knew they were acting appropriately. Compared to yesterday, he could see why they were. He betted that the front desk agent telling them she'd found him sleeping in the arcade must have been alarming. He was so sorry about that.

He just wanted to eat a chicken sandwich and go back to the arcade. But, he was pretty sure they'd tell him to take a nap after. He couldn't shake that it felt unfair, but he didn't want to complain. He'd given them enough trouble.

In about a minute, he saw Sam rushing back with what must have been a small pack of cookies. He opened them before he could even sit down. Lorraine took two out of the pack and handed them to Randy. He took them and ate some to show them he was cooperating. He didn't want to be any more trouble. They were some off brand Oreos, a kind of cookie that he didn't like. But, it wasn't about liking or disliking anything right now.

When he was eating them, Sam and Lorraine finally ordered their food. He helped them with some language difficulties, and he felt a little proud of that. At least he could pay them back a little bit.

After he'd eaten some cookies, they sat together, waiting for their food. Sam picked up the cup of tokens. He smiled at Randy and Randy's cheeks just got red again.

"We'll use these later, okay?" Sam said. "I promise. What kind of games have they got in there?"

Finally, a normal conversation. Randy felt himself smile a little bit. "Space Invaders. A lot of space themed stuff. Pac Man."

"A lot of older games, huh? That's pretty cool."

He nodded. "I saw a Dance Dance Revolution machine, too. I want to play."

Lorraine put her hand on Sam's chest. "Be careful doing that, don't want you to hurt yourself," she laughed.

Finally, Randy found himself easing. "Yeah, I don't think they've got a level below super easy. I think that level would be called 'old man'."

Lorraine burst into laughter at that and Sam's mouth was open. Randy felt so good to laugh.

"After I got you cookies and everything, wow," Sam chuckled. "Well, I'm glad you're feeling better."

Randy nodded at that. It felt so good to feel normal.

On the plane, Takuya's mouth was open as he stared out of the window. It was dark out, but he could clearly see orange lights down below. It reminded him of a volcano, lava everywhere. It was one of the coolest things he'd ever seen. On the screen in front of him attached to the seat, he could see they were currently over Russia on their trajectory map. He couldn't really believe that they were.

The screen was also telling him that he was going back in time. Logically, this was true, but it was so strange.

The night sky was also eerie. He couldn't see any stars. It felt like none of this was real. Whenever he was in Sapporo, it was harder to see stars. Down there, that was clearly a city so it made sense that it'd be harder to see stars. Still, he looked up at the sky from his laid position to try to see some. He really hoped they'd come out again.

Earlier, Randy had seen Maya and Alice going toward the pool with Yuna and Logan. No doubt they were about to have some fun in there for a while. But, Randy was going to lay down even though he felt fine. He'd gotten Sam to agree to let him stay awake. He decided to play on his Gameboy for a while.

Sam was sitting in the family's suite with him, worried. He should have been with him earlier. He hadn't known that Randy had gone by himself downstairs, because he'd been in his room with Lorraine trying to figure out the next few days. When the front desk person had knocked on their door and told them that Randy had been passed out downstairs, he hadn't fully understood her due to her English skills. But, he heard "sleep" "help" "guardian". He'd rushed down there, expecting the worst, but Randy had been sitting at the cafe as fine as you please. He'd been so relieved.

He seemed fine now, but it had really given him a scare. It could have been really bad. He knew Anais would never blame him for something like that, but he felt like he needed to take his job even more seriously. He needed to be with Randy all the time, and make a schedule in order to do that. He'd seen notebooks in the little store downstairs. He decided to buy one and make a good schedule for each day. Making sure they were eating on time, taking down notes of what Randy ate, etc. Just making sure he had everything he needed. The last thing anyone needed, especially Randy, was for Randy to have a major health problem. He'd feel absolutely horrible if he let Randy get that way on his watch.

Right now, Armand and Suzanne were with Anais doing a radio interview somewhere in Marseille. There were some more press things to do there throughout the next few days. Sam decided to focus on the next few days, making a good schedule. Anais wanted them to stay in the hotel mostly so she could keep track of everybody, and he thought that was a pretty good idea. At least now they'd discovered there was a small arcade in here. He figured that should keep Randy's attention plenty. Especially if he challenged him to things.

He wanted to go downstairs with Randy later and check out the hotel. It was a pretty big place. They might have other things in here that would interest him. He wanted to see a list of amenities that they offered, too. Maybe they had gaming systems, and if so then he'd be able to establish more entertainment in the room rather than going somewhere for it if Randy wasn't feeling his best. He was always aware of the stress the family was under, but also how many eyes were on them. Even the gas station attendant last night said she and her coworkers talked about them. No doubt, the people here were as well. That suddenly felt eerie to him. Like he should take extra precautions. Not to mention all the other people coming and going into the hotel, too.

After about an hour, Sam took Randy's glucose reading again and he was in a normal range. He said he didn't feel groggy at all. Sam felt okay with this. Lorraine packed a few snacks in her purse for him and his medicine kit. They weren't about to let what happened this morning happen again.

Randy changed into some more comfortable clothes, a Hello Kitty hoodie and sweatpants set. Sam took note of this. Randy only did that when he wasn't feeling his best and didn't want to deal with a fussy dress. So, he still wasn't feeling his best. But, his reading was okay. Sam decided to let it slide, but to observe him cautiously.

They went downstairs, and to their surprise they saw Suzanne and Armand talking to a group of pretty diverse looking people. There were four of them and all of them looked very fit. It made Sam more aware that he didn't have six pack abs.

"Hey, what's going here?" Sam asked Suzanne. She had short brown hair with white streaks in the front, appropriately and fashionably showing her age. She smiled at him and those he was with.

"Dancers," she said simply. "From America. We still have two coming in from different countries, but this batch just arrived. We're going to get them checked in and settled. They'll be going with Anais tomorrow to be on TV."

"Oh, cool. Cool. When are the others arriving?"

She put her finger on her chin in thought. "Late tonight. One's coming from South Korea, the other is coming from Japan. The one from Japan will be the last to arrive."

Sam thought that was pretty awesome. He shook all of their hands, explaining who he was. He showed them Randy and they all acknowledged him. He didn't think they were the warmest bunch of people in the world, but that wasn't their job. Lorraine wished them all well and they were nicer to her. They waved good-bye and went on to the arcade.

"I wonder where they're going to practice dancing," Randy was saying as they walked away. "I want to practice ballet. If I can't progress, I can at least practice what I know."

"We'll ask them. I don't know if there's going to be a barre," Sam cautioned him.

"We can buy one."

He couldn't argue with that. It actually seemed like a pretty good idea. But, he was logical.

"I don't think they're going to begin learning choreography until we get back to Paris. Might be good to find you a studio space, though. Since we're going to be here a few days."

Randy smiled at that. Sam was happy to please him. He just didn't know how to follow through with it.

They got to the arcade and there were more people in here. Sam and Lorraine stayed close to Randy. Lorraine was a lot better at talking people down whenever a random person approached him, but this was France and they wouldn't be able to do that this time. Their only option would be to leave, and he didn't want that to happen to Randy. That would make the arcade unsafe.

So far, the staff here were being very respectful. No one was freaking out and trying to get autographs. That'd happened to them before in America, but France was pretty calm to them. He was sure behind this facade people were not calm, but he was grateful the staff was at least not approaching or making trouble.

Randy settled on playing a Space Invaders machine. Sam joined him by entering as second player and they had a nice round going. He was able to forget for a while about any of the troubles he was currently having. Lorraine cheered them both on, but was mostly on Randy's side.

There was an announcement on the plane that they were now entering western Europe. No one in the first class cabin seemed to react. But, Takuya looked out his window eagerly. It looked the same down there as Russia. It was still dark, of course. The hours were going backward into the night.

Suddenly, a flight attendant was coming down the aisle with one of the big metal carts again. He wondered if she wanted to refresh his drink, and he still didn't want her to. However, to his surprise when she got to him, she offered him a hot meal.

To be honest, he was pretty hungry. He hadn't thought to buy food for this. He was reminded again that his neighbor had been right about travel expenses.

He agreed to a rice and beef bowl, which was really a tray. It was really nice, wrapped in plastic with big pieces of beef in there. He wasn't sure of the last time he'd had gyudon. Beef was always too expensive. Now, this was apparently complimentary. The flight attendant gave him a replacement soda before he could react. He thanked her and thanked for the meal silently. He took a little more time doing this, because he was so grateful.

He split his chopsticks and made his bed into a seat again. Another flight attendant came down the aisle, and the smiled at him. He smiled back, and she started to explain to him about the screen that was showing their trajectory.

"You can watch movies on this," she was saying. "We're offering three movies for this flight."

His mouth was a perfect "O". She showed him how to do it and he was so surprised. "Thank you so much!" he gasped.

"You're welcome. You are our only solo traveler who's a minor. I was thinking about that. Please have a good rest of your night."

He was touched that she'd been thinking about him. He began to fiddle around with it. He discovered some headphones and plugged them in. He chose a movie that looked interesting and began eating. It starred some people he'd heard of before, mainly Michael Chevalier. His dad used to like his movies. He felt strangely nostalgic about it. It was oddly comforting in a way. A piece of his life, all the way up here in the air.

In the evening, Armand found them in the arcade. Sam was already looking at his watch, planning to take Randy and his wife to eat at the more formal restaurant at 7pm.

"We have a reservation at the Gormand at 8pm," she informed them. "We're going to meet the dancers who have arrived. We're going over schedules, too. Telling everyone what Anais will be doing over the next week, things like that."

Sam looked at Lorraine and she nodded. "Okay. We'll be there."

"Good. Do you know where Maya is?"

"We saw her and Yuna's family going toward the pool this morning. That's all we know."

"Well, that's a lead at least. I'll call Nancy."

They said good-bye to each other. Randy spread his arms out and started to go toward the Dance Dance Revolution machine. Sam had gotten a good sweat going on that thing twice already today. He knew if he was working out that hard, then Randy must also, too.

"Not so fast. Eat some cookies," Sam said, getting them out of his wife's purse. She joined him, grabbing the medicine kit, too.

"Okay."

He thought Randy looked a little defeated. He understood that having this illness must be a bummer most of the time. He wanted to make this as fast as possible.

In no time, he was all set. He'd absolutely wolfed down those cookies and Sam wasn't exactly happy about that, but he understood the eagerness to just get going. He often tried to put himself in Randy's shoes in this. He just wanted to be a kid. That was the bottom line. Sometimes he wondered if this illness was causing Randy to grow up too fast, but really all of this was causing him to grow up too fast. Compared to Sam at his age, Randy had the maturity of a forty year old.

With this in mind, Sam decided to be extra enthusiastic on the Dance Dance Revolution machine. They both got on it and Lorraine put the coins in. They had a good stance going when the game started and Sam realized that Randy had chosen a hard setting.

"Oh, jeez," Sam laughed. "What are you doing- oh no!"

He was already failing and to his great happiness Randy was laughing at him. Sam flailed his feet around, nowhere near the instructions flying by so fast on screen.

"How are there four arrows at once?!" Sam gasped. "What is this- oh shoot!"

Lorraine was trying to help him, but his face must have been making her lose it.

Both of them failed the round. "Okay, I'm choosing next. That was insane," Sam said, already out of breath. He didn't know how that was possible. He weight trained twice a week. Maybe he needed to integrate some cardio, too.

Randy was already in his stance seriously, so ready to kick his butt in this. Sam really didn't want to give him that chance, but there was no way he would ever win. Maybe he really did need an "old man" setting.

Takuya wasn't sure he'd ever been this relaxed in his life. The movie was almost over. He still had a full glass of soda, since he was finishing the last one. He'd decided to open the Pokemon cards he'd gotten, just to make sure they were even. He knew which Pokemon his siblings liked the best, so he was divvying them up so they'd fight the least as possible when he got back.

It was hitting him that this was real now. At least the tickets were real. The rest of it remained to be seen, but he wanted it to be real. It was dawning on him that if this was real, would he have to pay this money back for the flights? Did scams go this far?

Fear descended upon him. He looked at the Pokemon cards in his hands, this splurge he'd done. He felt the nice food in his stomach. He was sure all the color had drained from his face. Should he have boarded the flight? What was waiting for him in Paris, and in Marseille? He had the phone number for that person in France. He decided he'd call her when he got to Paris. If she didn't answer, he wouldn't go on to Marseille. But, if he didn't go on to Marseille, how was he going to get home?

He began to feel like Michael Chevalier's character on screen. He was racing all around Europe from some guys who were after him for money. He wasn't a great guy in this movie and had done some pretty terrible things. Takuya hadn't done anything bad. But, he was aware that in this world, it wasn't necessary to do anything bad for negative things to happen.

He tried to get it off his mind. He'd deal with it when they landed. But, he was more and more uncomfortable the more he sat there.

The Gourmand was a very nice restaurant. Randy wasn't impressed by the name. He seemed to be getting a bit crabby, in Sam's opinion. He wondered if it was because he was tired. He wasn't happy that the restaurant was nice clothes only. He hadn't wanted to get into nicer clothes, but he wasn't combative at least. He was wearing a lovely pink dress now with some sequins on the bodice. Lorraine had helped him with his makeup, so it looked a little overdone. His hair was in a simple bun that he usually did for ballet. Lorraine had topped off the look with some sparkly hair pins. Sam thought he heard Randy say he felt like a dressed up pig, but he decided to ignore that. He'd followed Sam and Lorraine to their room and Sam put on a nice suit jacket while Lorraine got ready in the bathroom, putting on a plum colored dress which complimented her skin color.

On the way down to dinner, Randy asked about Princess and Darla. Who was taking care of them during dinner? Sam was sure Nancy and her husband had been all day, taking a semi-break from Maya and her issues. But, Nancy and her husband would be at the dinner.

When they got to the restaurant, they were able to confirm that the driver was taking care of them. That made Randy calm down a bit. They were guided to their seats and sat down formally. Sam could really tell that Randy didn't want to be here. He wasn't his usual self. He thought maybe he was tired and just needed a meal. At least, that's what he was hoping it was. However, Randy was going to be disappointed and probably already was aware of that. He didn't like fancy French restaurants, because the portion sizes were very tiny and there were many courses. For someone like Randy, that was a problem.

Sam was already planning on a late night run to another restaurant with bigger portion sizes. That's usually how these things went. Randy needed to be able to eat as much as he wanted to eat in order to better control his diabetes. Anais was aware of that. He wondered if she had a plan. She'd been so busy and stressed lately, that he wouldn't be surprised if she didn't. Sam considered it part of his job to be helpful with these things. He'd just be making a plan during dinner. That's what he settled on.

The dinner was already ordered, a set meal of seven courses. Randy would probably not be able to eat some of them. With the mood he was in already, Sam was ready for a storm later. He already had a lot of things to contend with, but not having adequate food on top of it would lead to a tornado. He wondered if raiding the little store would be enough, but he also wanted Randy to get adequate food. That was so important. He really didn't like the idea of this meal of seven tiny plates taking an hour and a half, based on his previous experiences. Randy needed food now. He'd already been waiting on dinner. With how his health was for the past couple days and the stress on his body due to travel among all the stressors he was already going through, Sam was liking this less and less. In fact, he thought it was actually a recipe for disaster, and he didn't want to let that happen.

Realizing all of this, he decided he needed to say something. He got up and pulled Anais inside when he saw her enter their private area.

"Hey, so I have some concerns," he said quietly. Randy was peeking at him curiously, but still looked stormy.

"Yes, Sam?" Anais was already a little alarmed. He couldn't help but think that was a good thing.

"Um, so Randy's been having some health problems today. I was going to tell you about it later. I didn't want to disturb you."

Her alarm level raised even more. He was relieved to see that.

"What happened?" She was looking at Randy with wide eyes. "Is everything okay? You didn't call me, so I thought-"

He didn't want her to get panicked. That wasn't the issue. "No, it's okay. He went to the arcade by himself earlier in the morning and a front desk worker found him sleeping in there. He had some low blood sugar, but nothing too concerning."

"I'd say it's concerning, Sam. Was he okay when he left the hotel room?"

Sam nodded. "He was fine. We had breakfast together and Lorraine checked him. But, I think what he had for breakfast wasn't enough. I bought him some cookies and we had lunch together. I made him lay down after that until he was okay again. He hasn't been out of my sight since, and he won't be again. But, I wanted to talk to you about this dinner."

Anais was very patient as he explained. She looked pretty worried.

"There's a family restaurant down the road from here. I think you're right. It's better for him to eat as soon as possible, something filling. We both know how picky he can be when it comes to French food, too. He might not want to eat anything that's presented, and it's going to be presented too slow. This dinner was scheduled in advance as a welcome dinner for the staff and dancers, anyway. It's not necessary for him to be here. Oh, but I wanted him to meet everyone..."

Sam put his hand on her shoulder, hoping to assure her. "He met four of the dancers earlier. We met them when they arrived. We can come back once he's eaten, too. He can have dessert with everyone and the aperitif."

"Alright. That sounds good to me." She went digging into her purse. She pressed her credit card into his hand. "Please take my credit card. Get him anything he wants. The sooner the better. I feel so bad... I should have been there for him. He wouldn't have been sleeping in the arcade if I'd been... I don't know what to do..."

He hugged her. "It's not your fault. You have to work. It's my fault for trusting him too much. Everyone's been through a lot. He's been more sick lately. It's just the situation. You can't help that. You've been trying your best. They're not suffering the worst of it in L.A."

"You're right, but... Even those teenagers invaded our backyard in L.A. What if we'd been there?"

She was definitely starting to panic. He didn't want that for her. He put his hands on both of her shoulders to steady her. "That situation is over. Tommy took care of it. You don't have to worry about that at all. We're getting some more guys to make sure it can't happen again, and we're replacing the fence and getting you a good electronic security system."

"I know, but... Oh, I don't know..."

Armand came over, seeing them talking. "Are you okay, Anais?"

"No, I don't think so. It's the whole situation. Sam, go take Randy to the restaurant down the street. Armand, did you catch the name? Oh no, I can't remember..."

Armand did remember and gave him the name. He was grateful for that. He told Randy about it, which made him smile a little. He could see that he looked tired. That wasn't a good sign.

A lot of people were coming in now. They waved to them and Yuna was concerned, asking where they were going. Sam told her and she sighed, saying that sounded fantastic. She wasn't sure how much her son was going to like this meal.

"We'll take him, too. You're right. He won't be patient for this," Sam told her. Yuna was so relieved.

"Good. I'll see you later," she said.

"We'll be back for dessert, promise," Sam said. Lorraine took Logan's hand and he seemed curious.

Lorraine called the driver upstairs. He came down with Darla and Princess. "They were getting restless anyway," he explained. "Glad you called me. Where are we going?"

Lorraine explained it to him as they went to the car. He asked for a sandwich from the restaurant and Sam thought that was pretty tame of a request.

Outside it was freezing, so they hurried into the car. The driver turned on the heater immediately and the car didn't heat up all the way before they got to the restaurant. They got to the doors of the restaurant as Sam saw the driver begin to play with the dogs in the parking lot. It didn't look like a bad idea. The dogs would be especially tired tonight, and the puppy would be pooped. That was good news.

Luckily they were able to be seated quickly. Logan was shifting uncomfortably in his suit jacket and tie, so Sam made a point to take his own off. Logan took this cue and removed his jacket. Lorraine helped him take off his clip on tie. He looked much less wiggly after that.

There was plenty of bread on the table, so Sam encouraged Randy to eat it. He did so readily, and Sam as was relieved he was able to finally get some real food in him. Logan was enjoying the bread, too. Sam was reminded of Randy at that age. He was absolutely prepared to take care of an additional ten year old tonight.

After they ordered, Lorraine helped Randy take an insulin shot in the restroom. His dress was covering his usual shot sites. They were preparing for a big meal, so they felt insulin was necessary. It would prevent problems. Usually they were chasing a higher blood sugar count, but tonight was one of those times that was different.

They came back and waited for the food to come. Randy helped himself to some more bread and Sam was ready to order some more when the food came. It had come relatively quickly. It impressed him.

This had to be the third giant hamburger that Sam had eaten in the past three days. Food on the road was kind of like that. But, he must have burned about a billion calories playing Dance Dance Revolution today, so he allowed himself this indulgence. That made him wonder if Logan would like to go to the arcade. He made a mental note to ask Yuna if they could take care of him tomorrow. Likely they'd stay in the arcade all day and that sounded like a good time. Logan wasn't exactly a buddy for Randy, but he might be able to keep up with him in Dance Dance Revolution and that would give Sam's poor body a rest.

The hamburger was tasty and Randy had some good chicken and fries. Logan seemed to be enjoying his kids meal, too. Lorraine was having a salad with some chicken in it. Overall, the meal was pretty good and Sam made a mental note about it. If they were going to be here for a few days, this would be a good place to come back to. He wondered if it was a chain.

When they were done, they had boxes to take back with them. Sam liked that, because it meant Randy would have good food for later. Lorraine helped Logan put his suit jacket and tie back on. Randy patiently checked his blood sugar and showed Sam the reading. It looked okay. He wasn't sure if Randy should have any dessert, but they'd see what was offered. He was willing to share a dessert with him, though he was stuffed.

They waited for the driver's hamburger to come and when it did, Sam took it to him as they went to the car. The driver was over the moon about it, telling him he was going to crack open a beer in front of the TV when he got back. The dogs were sleeping in the front seat, curled up together. Sam was glad to see that. They definitely wouldn't be a problem tonight.

Sam spent some time talking to the driver as they went back to the hotel. Randy seemed more alert than earlier and was talking to Logan about video games. He'd told Logan about the arcade and Logan was excited about it. It made Sam want to ask Yuna all the more if they could take care of him tomorrow. It was a very good idea.

The Paris airport was overwhelming. He wasn't sure what to do. Did he have to go through security? What about checking into the country? What was that called again? Customs? His flight to Marseille was in an hour. He found a pay phone and called the person in France. Hoping she'd answer and that he wasn't stranded...

The phone rang and rang and the knot that had started in his stomach was descending to his toes. He gripped the phone hard. It seemed to ring a million times.

The phone clicked and his mouth opened.

"Hello? I don't recognize this number..." she was speaking English. He decided to as well.

"Hello. I'm at the airport in Paris. I can't read the name. Charles de...Gale... It's Takuya. Um. The dancer from Japan. I landed."

The woman gasped. "Oh good! Good! You're due to arrive in Marseille in about three hours, is that right? Grab some dinner. We'll reimburse you when you get here. Sorry about the noise. We're having dinner with all the staff on the tour at our hotel. The hotel is called..." She told him a very French name. He was mystified.

He felt embarrassed, though. "I'm sorry. Um. I've never been on a plane before. I don't know what I'm supposed to do from here. Do I go through customs?"

There was a pause. "Wow, your English is very good. That's great news. Our South Korean dancer can't speak it very well, but he does speak French. Anyway, you don't need to go through customs until you reach Marseille. You're still on international ground. You can go to your gate. It should be on your ticket for the Marseille flight."

The commotion in the phone call definitely did match her story. People were talking a lot in the background.

He had to ask. It was probably naive of him and probably rude, but he had to know once and for all. So far, it seemed like her story was legitimate, but all of this was so incredible...

"Um, Yuna-san."

"Yes."

"This is real...right? It's not a-" he stopped himself from saying the word "scam" just in time. That would be going too far. "It's not a dream, right?"

She let out a chuckle. "Of course it's real. Did you doubt it?" She seemed good natured about his question. He counted himself lucky about that.

"Maybe. Um, thank you."

She gave a laugh and he found himself smiling. "Welcome to Paris, Takuya. We're so glad you're here. I'll be there in Marseille to meet you. Three more hours. That's all it takes."

He thanked her profusely and she giggled with him. They said good-bye. When he hung up, he turned around slowly to take it all in.

Even with her assurance, he still couldn't believe it was real. It couldn't be real. There was no way he was even in Paris right now. He adjusted his backpack on his back, and took out his plane ticket from his coat. He found his gate number, and went in that direction.

He found a McDonald's near his gate. He decided to indulge in this, since Yuna had told him it was okay. He was still nervous, though. He decided he wouldn't let her reimburse him. But as he got closer to the counter in line, he realized that if this was all true, then the pay he'd be receiving in the contract had to be true, too.

That made him want to sit down. Need to sit down. He got out of line and sat on a nearby chair at an empty table. He stared out onto the concourse, thinking about that number.

It was the equivalent of 5 million yen. 5 million yen, for dancing for a few months. How was that possible? That number alone had made him skeptical, even more skeptical than this whole situation already had seemed. And now it was real. Incredibly real.

After a while, he remembered to check his watch and rocketed up from his seat. Well, it wouldn't be real if he didn't get there. He hurried into line for McDonald's. He hadn't had it since he was probably about six years old. He'd definitely never had it in France. He couldn't wrap his head around this.

He was now traveling the world for dance. That was the stuff of dreams. He'd asked Yuna if this was a dream. She'd laughed and said no. But...was it? Wasn't this what so many dancers dreamed of? He'd never heard of this singer before, but she was big enough to be having a nationwide tour.

He got to the front of the line when he realized the contract had asked him to arrange a "rider", whatever that was. He was so confused by that. He blurted out an order for his food and the guy taking his order took it like it was any other order, but to him it felt so important. So strange, that he was ordering this here in France.

He waited for his food and received it in five minutes. He grabbed it and ran back to his gate. He wasn't first class on this flight, which felt just fine to him. He took a seat, feeling safe that he was here now.

He was in the middle of eating when they called for boarding. He put his food back in the bag and stood up straight, ready to get into line. Now that he knew it was real, he was suddenly scared. What if he didn't get on this last flight and missed this? What would happen then? His stomach was dropping to his toes for a different reason.

This was the chance of a lifetime. He knew that now. And yet, he still couldn't believe it.

His class was called and he dashed to the line. Making sure he was standing with everyone. Someone in front of him was holding their ticket out and he saw it was the same class of ticket as him. He felt assured by this and was holding his ticket out, too.

When he got to the front of the line, the person ripped his ticket appropriately and gave him the stub. He bowed to them by mistake, forgetting this wasn't Japan. They didn't bow back. He felt himself go red in the face. Yes, this definitely wasn't Japan. This was France. All those countries he'd passed by on the way here. It was all real. Incredibly real.

He walked down the way to the plane, feeling like he was walking toward a dream that he was already in. It was so strange. Like he wasn't walking at all. He'd heard of people pinching themselves to make sure they weren't in a dream, and he kind of wanted to do it.

He walked into the plane and sat down. The woman in front of him had a dog and he recognized the vest on it, though he couldn't read it. He knew not to disturb them, but seeing the dog made him even happier. It was staring at him between the gap in the seats in front of him.

This flight would be just under an hour and thirty minutes. Just an hour and thirty minutes until he was in Marseille and would see what he was getting into. He felt excitement for the first time. It was welling up in all of his extremities.

A flight attendant came around just like the first two flights asking if customers wanted drinks or a cookie. Takuya excitedly took the cookie. He held it preciously in his hands. He stared at it, grinning to himself, trying to hide it with one hand.

He decided to keep it as a souvenir. He wasn't sure how he wouldn't eventually crush it, but for now he was confident he could keep it safe. He put it in his coat pocket for safe keeping, then took out his tape player and headphones from his backpack. With this, he settled into the flight. Gazing out the window. It was currently 11pm in France, and he was exhausted. But wow he was excited. Probably way too excited to sleep tonight. He just grinned out of the window for most of the flight.

The rest of dinner and dessert had taken a long time. Randy was bored and trying to eat his ice cream slowly to keep pace with everyone else. But, his dessert had been melting so he decided to be rude and eat it all before anyone else finished. He sat there with an empty bowl for a while, which a waiter came and took eventually. Then he sat there with nothing as people talked all around him.

He thought his dress made him look older than he was. Some of the dancers tried to talk to him, but he gave them the cold shoulder. Why would someone over twenty want to talk to him? He thought that was kind of creepy, to be honest.

When all the dishes had been taken away and they started serving small bites and coffee, Randy was about ready to leave. At this point, he didn't care if it was rude. Logan looked kind of bored, too. He had a good idea due to this.

"Hey, Yuna," he called to her down the table.

"Yeees." She was in a very good mood.

"I'd kind of like a violin lesson before I go to bed. Can we do that? I haven't been able to do that in a few days."

She grinned at him. Her hand went on her son's head and mussed up his hair. He looked like he suddenly snapped awake. "I think this one's about done. Let's go to my room and have a lesson. Hey, Alice. You can stay with Maya. Curfew is midnight."

"Aww, but we were going to the pool with-" She said the names of three of the dancers. Maya looked harassed and caught at that. Yuna about jumped out of her seat.

"My daughter is SEVENTEEN. NO DANCERS ARE TO BECOME HER FRIENDS," she announced to the table loudly. Alice's mouth opened up like a rude rip in the timeline of space, but before she could say anything Yuna was up with Logan. Everyone was laughing at Yuna's announcement. Randy took this as his cue.

Lorraine took his hand, though. "When you get to the room, check your blood sugar. You just had some ice cream. You might need another insulin shot. Here. Oh, here. Your medicine kit." She went struggling into her purse.

Randy took the kit hurriedly. He was listening to her, but he was so relieved to finally be going, and to be practicing violin as well. Talk about relaxing. He found he needed that. He waved good-bye to Sam and Lorraine and then to everyone.

With a big sigh, he followed Yuna back to her room with Logan. Logan looked like he needed to go right to bed. They got inside and Yuna dressed Logan in his pajamas. He marched to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Without saying a word, Yuna took out her violin and her daughter's. She handed Alice's violin to Randy and took it with great respect. Alice could act dumb sometimes, but she was a very good violinist and this violin was like part of her body. Randy would take very good care of it. He began tuning it immediately. It was a great violin, so it didn't need many adjustments. Yuna began tuning hers as well.

Logan came out of the bathroom and plopped into the bed. Yuna took time to tuck him in and sang him a sweet song. He patted him until he was asleep, which was about two minutes. Well, he'd spent most of his day swimming, so it made sense to Randy.

Yuna started him off with some Debussy that was like a lullaby, and he thought this was appropriate since there was a sleeping kid in the room.

As a result of this, they played together without words. Matching each other. Turning solo pieces into duets as Randy played the main part and she adjusted to compliment him. It made him think of variation arrangements for the violin. He liked that very much. It was stimulating his brain very much, and he felt himself relaxing at these thoughts. It's really what he'd needed all day. He'd been so tense and downright rude toward the end of the night. He thought he needed to learn to feel these things and when they were getting out of control. He didn't want to get a reputation as someone like that.

They continued on with some Brahms, which was also appropriate since he's so famous for his lullaby piece. Yuna would start a piece to cue Randy in about what they were playing and Randy would continue accordingly. He wondered if this was as calming for Yuna and it was for him. He hoped so.

They were playing Mendelssohn, which Yuna had wanted him to practice. She'd kept saying that before. When they started playing Tchaikovsky, Randy had a thought. Yuna was turning the famous overture to Swan Lake into a duet for violin. It made him think of pas seuls. How much he missed ballet. It hadn't in reality been that long, but it felt like he was missing a part of himself. He really wanted that part of himself back.

He started to play a Giselle variation from act 2, which made Yuna pause since she didn't know it. She listened appreciatively with a small smile on her face. Randy closed his eyes, getting really into it. Almost losing himself in the music, imagining himself dancing to it. Following the lines with his imaginary feet.

When he finished, he opened his eyes again. Yuna was smiling even more.

"That was great," she whispered, getting closer to him. "Have you been practicing it without me? It's from a ballet, right? I recognize it, but I don't know where it's from." She looked so pleased and interested. It stirred something more in Randy.

He nodded eagerly. "I practice a lot of ballet music on my own. It's the combination of my two favorite things."

She looked even more pleased. She put her hand on his shoulder. "I want you to think about that. I know you haven't been able to do ballet very much lately. What other ballet pieces do you know? I'd like to hear them."

This was like therapy to him. He wanted to show her more. Something inside was rotating, a happy feeling. He nodded to her, not being able to help but smile. What a mood change from earlier this evening. He put the violin on his collarbone again. He started to play the famous variation from the Sleeping Beauty, and to his delight Yuna put her violin up, too. She knew this one. They played together, and Randy felt better than he had in a long time.

When Takuya came out of customs, he called Yuna again from a payphone. This time she rushed onto the phone, and her voice was panicked.

"I'm still at the hotel! I'm so sorry, I got distracted! I'll be right there, I promise. I'm going to bring Anais's assistant, too. Her name is Armand. Do you have a lot of luggage? We can bring someone else, too. We can manage it. How was your flight? I'm sorry you have to wait for us! We'll be there in thirty minutes. Wait by the check in counter for Air France! We made a sign for you. I'll be holding a sign with your name on it!"

There was another voice on the phone with her, seemed like a young boy. Asking her questions and if she was okay. She talked to him briefly, saying she forgot to pick up the Japanese dancer at the airport. The young boy had gasped at that pretty loudly. He told her to go.

"I'm coming right now! Oh, where's the sign- oh no, I need someone to take care of Logan! Randy, call Sam on the hotel phone! Oh shoot- Takuya, are you there? Do you have a lot of luggage? I'm so sorry about this!"

He found himself trying not to laugh. "I'm here. I'll wait at the check-in desk. I haven't gone through customs yet."

"Oh, you haven't? Good! Good! Probably by the time you finish with that we'll be there! Oh, maybe this will all work out! Ah, there's my sign!"

They said good-bye to each other. Takuya felt kind of relieved. So there were children there. He wondered how many and why. He followed signs in the airport, holding his bag from Japan to himself closely. He'd never been through customs before. Didn't even know what it entailed. So, he proceeded with caution.

Randy sat in Yuna's room with Sam and Lorraine. Likely Yuna wouldn't be back for a while. He thought maybe if he got tired he could sleep in one of these beds temporarily, but really he was thinking about what Yuna had said earlier.

Combine ballet with violin. That was a pretty great idea. Mostly he was missing variation work in ballet. He wanted to learn more of them. It would expand his overall knowledge, since he'd be learning the history of ballets and their stories, plus more skills and how to pull it all together.

Sam was watching TV very quietly and sitting on the end of one of the beds. Lorraine was looking at a magazine next to the window. Randy was pretending to watch TV and looking at one of the violin books that Alice had brought. It was a very advanced book about technique. It made him wonder about Alice briefly. She definitely acted like one of Maya's dumb friends most of the time, but she might actually be very serious about being a musician. It made him feel uncomfortable.

He sighed silently to himself, thinking about her now as competition. Someone like that, as competition. He couldn't believe it.

Takuya was now standing in front of the check in line for Air France. He was feeling a bit tired, but he was okay. He was looking at the gaming magazine he'd bought. Then he realized he needed to be alert and looking for someone holding a sign with his name on it.

In about a second, he realized that was unnecessary.

"TAKUUUYAAA!" someone yelled across what seemed like the whole airport. "HEEEY! IS THERE A TAKUYA HERE?! TAKUYA, DOKO DESUKA?!!"

He jumped at the usage of Japanese. Then he was laughing.

"OIIIII!" he called to the voice.

"HE'S THERE!" the same voice shouted. "OH MY GOD HE'S THERE! LOOK!"

Someone very fancy was running toward him. She was in a full evening gown. In fact, the two people running behind her were in evening wear, too. What in the world was going on? He felt massively under dressed.

She reached him, absolutely out of breath. She pitched forward, holding her knees. Behind her, a lady was holding a sign saying his name in Japanese. He nodded to her appreciatively and she smiled at him.

"Hello," the person who was out of breath said. "I need to do cardio. My name is Yuna. So nice to meet you finally."

She held out her hand to him. He was unsure, but he shook her hand. It was a very American thing to do.

"Nice to meet you, too." He did a kind of half bow as he shook her hand, unsure how to do this.

"I'm so sorry. You're Japanese." She retracted her hand and bowed to him deeply. He was relieved to bow back to her.

"It's okay. We're in France. I can't believe it."

"Yes, we sure are." She gave him a smile. "And don't worry. We are absolutely real. This is not a dream. I promise."

They both laughed at that and the people who were with her did, too. She began introducing them. Apparently the people with her were the singer's assistant and driver. He was very pleased to meet them. What he wasn't prepared for was Yuna's job title. They began walking out of the airport.

"I'm actually Anais's son's violin teacher. But, I speak Japanese. They wanted to diversify the dancers this year, so they had me look in Asia. I happened to find the website that you were featured on and I'm glad I did."

He was halfway into the car when he looked at her because of that.

"You're a violin teacher? That's impressive."

"Thank you. I honestly hope I can be more helpful to Anais's team in the future, so this year I'm helping with the dancers. It's really interesting."

It dawned on him now why this had seemed to unprofessional. It made him relax and want to laugh even more. No wonder it had felt like a scam.

"Well, you're doing a very good job," he complimented her unironically as he finished getting into the car.

"Thank you! Oh, wait! Where's your luggage?!" She started wildly looking around. "Do we need to go get it in baggage claim? Oh shoot- I bet they've already taken it to customer service if so! I got distracted again. I'm so sorry!" She was covering her mouth with her hand and looking back at the airport.

He laughed at this. He decided he liked her very much.

"This is all I have. I brought all the clothes I have."

She seemed a little surprised. "Really- oh, I mean. I didn't mean that. You're going to need more clothes. We can arrange for you to buy some. Some of the dancers brought four full suitcases of things. I think that's appropriate, honestly. You should see my closet!" She got into the car with him.

He could tell this was going to be a great time. He couldn't wait.

"I don't need more clothes. Really. I'm fine with what I have."

"No, you definitely need more. Don't you want to be a trendy kid? You need to go shopping. I'll put it into your schedule. Don't worry at all about it. We've got it covered."

Takuya was covering his mouth at his. Trying not to laugh even more. He'd never heard anything like this in the whole world.

Randy found himself in one of the beds. He woke up, and remembered how he'd gotten here. Sam was also asleep in a chair. Lorraine was still awake, though. She looked at him as he sat up.

"Are you hungry?"

Both she and Sam were definitely on high alert about him. He appreciated it, but it was also draining.

"I'm fine. Should I go back to my family's room?"

She put her finger on her chin in thought. "I don't think so. Your mom is probably still in the restaurant with everyone, and your sister's probably with Alice somewhere."

This seemed logical. She went over to him. "Get some sleep, okay? I bet Yuna will be back soon. When she does, Sam and I will stay with you in your family's suite. You can get some rest."

She seemed to really want him to, and he didn't want to disappoint her. He settled back down and she took his hair down and the clips away from his hair. That felt a lot more comfortable. He sighed deeply into the pillow and closed his eyes again.

They pulled up to a big hotel, and it was the fanciest building Takuya had ever seen. He'd thought airports were fancy, but this was something else. The driver insisted on taking his suitcase and he couldn't argue with that, because the hotel was taking his breath away. When they got inside, he saw it had an actual chandelier. He stopped under it for a minute, taking it in with awe.

"Isn't it pretty?" Yuna asked him. "It's original for the hotel. It was made in 1905."

Takuya was in even more awe at this. Armand and the driver started moving, so they followed them to the front desk. Yuna spoke to them in French and he was impressed. So, she knew three languages. He could see how that would be useful.

She handed him a card key and the driver gave him his suitcase.

"It's the sixth floor," Yuna explained. "We have the whole floor. It's just Anais's family and staff. You'll be with another dancer. All dancers are two to a room. He's expecting you."

"Alright. What's his name?"

"It's Nathan. He's from America. I met him today. He's really nice."

Takuya felt assured by that. It was still tripping him out that these people weren't Japanese. He wasn't sure of the last time he'd met someone who wasn't before all this. He bowed deeply to her and she bowed back in kind. He found when he righted himself that the two others were attempted to bow as well. He was so happy about that.

"Thank you, everyone," he said, bowing again.

They walked him to the elevator, and they all got inside. The elevator was very fast and they got out on the sixth floor. He was amazed at how different the floor was from the lobby. The walls were a dark red fabric with a cream lining. The doors were a dark wood with brass finishings. At least, it had to be brass. The idea that it could be gold was terrifying to him. The building was pretty fancy, so he wouldn't be surprised... Anything was possible, he was now realizing. Absolutely anything.

They showed him to a room. It was 620. He bowed to them again as they left him. He inserted the key into the lock and saw the little light turn green. He was so delighted about it that he almost forgot to open the door. When he did, he found something he didn't expect and his face fell.

Inside were four dancers, and they were obviously very drunk. And trashing the room.