When Faith arrived, she was annoyed that Kylie wasn't waiting for her at the door. She frowned, got out of the car, and headed in the direction of the reception desk. Once there, she said, "I'm looking for my friend. She is drunk and in distress. Have you seen her?"
The attendant pointed to the garbage bin and said, "Her vomit is in there. That's, I know."
Not knowing what else to do, Faith searched the bathroom and all of the other public places on the first floor. Having been unsuccessful in her search, she headed back to the car.
"Where's Kylie?" Lucas wondered.
"She's nowhere," Faith gasped. "I couldn't find her. Can you try calling her phone?"
Lucas tried her number a few times, but there was no answer. "I think that the power on her phone is off," he said.
"What should we do?!" Faith cried in distress. "Should we call Lord Ethan?"
Lucas shrugged, and he said, "There isn't anything else we can do…"
