Alright, this is Eileen's part. It's a bit shorter, as Eileen's tend to be, but it's there. You're welcome to read, review, all that great stuff. And I promise, the seemingly utter unimportance of it all will tie into the plot, I'm not just rambling about my dream vacation.

EILEEN

"Eileen, get your bags unpacked! The Querel's are waiting!" My mother told me. Being the defiant teenager it is my duty to be, I shuffled over as slowly as I could, and unzipped my bag in exaggeratedly sluggish movements, procrastinating as long as possible. I craved some time to myself.

My attempt worked. "Sweetie," my mother said after a short while, "we're going on up to prepare for our fishing trip. Come join us when you're ready!" Her and dad left, shutting the door firmly behind them, rattling the frail looking hut a bit, also.

Yes, did I mention we were staying in a hut? We were situated on a tropical island with no electricity to speak of, or proper buildings. It looked as though a strong wind could blow over our simple homes. Actually, I didn't mind. It was a nice vacation from the chaos a crowded city would ensue. I sat on my bed, forgetting about unpacking my things. It's a good thing we had requested beds. The Querel's hadn't, and were planning on sleeping on the straw mats provided by the local tourist service.

The breeze was sweet, smelling of the sea and pure air. No pollution (or very little) infested our breathing space here. It was glorious. A tad warm, yes, but what else were shorts and sundresses for? It really felt nice to be away from everything, if just for awhile.

"Eileen?" Chris' voice called from the door. I startled and glanced up sharply, to be greeted by a grinning Chris. "Your parents requested I send for you," he said, laughter in his voice. I grunted and stood, yawning a little. Chris laughed at that, too. Well, at least he was in a good mood. For some reason, I wasn't.

"Why a fishing trip, anyway? Can't we do that at home?" I asked shortly, taking out my favorite purple pillow.

"Of course. But you know our parents, always looking for something simple to mess up the wonder of a new place. You should have gotten used to that by now," he informed me airily as we began walking towards our parents, who were walking around with long fishing poles and casting anxious glances at the dark clouds in the distance. Beside them, looking as innocent as could be, were a pair of ominous water tubes.