A plane sailed out from Los Angeles toward the Hawaiian Islands. Beautiful blonde actress Alex Lambert was on her way to star in a movie out on the popular tourist spot as she talked on her phone to her agent as she gazed periodically out the window with her rich brown eyes on to a view reserved for birds, stars and gods. The plane broke through wafting tops of clouds while down below a random gull or albatross skimmed the water surface.
"It looks like a great script," She told her agent. "Who's going to be my co-star?" She drew silent as she listened. "Faith Fairlane? From the soap? Please tell me you're kidding?"
In the seat in front of her, Ally McBeal wanted to jam that cell phone down her throat. Every time she had tried to doze off last night, it had ringed and woke her up. She had been on edge for over three months since she had moved to New York, and her stress level had escalated so high that her colleagues chip together to get her this vacation in the South Pacific. Her head slowly rose over the top of her seat as she stared irritated toward the blonde actress.
"Is there a problem?" Alex asked toward her.
Ally didn't say a thing. She just lowered back down into her seat, rolled her eyes and peered out the window again. She saw an island that wasn't there before as the plane started descending. It's water wings skimmed close to the surface of the island and slowly began on advance into a lagoon. She could see numerous bungalows and white structures partially concealed in foliage as her plane started its ascent. Like a great white bird coming to roost on the water, the plane started slowing as the stewardess instructed them for the landing. Another peek and the petite lady lawyer realized the plane was floating on the island. The engines hummed a bit longer before they were turned off and once their dull roar was over, Ally could hear the music of the islands that much closer. She had never been in Hawaii before nor had she even heard of this private resort, but from what she saw, she was looking forward to the Polynesian hospitality and cuisine.
The hula dancers started dancing and swaying their hips as Alex had descended first and was met with the welcoming committee. The young men in Polynesian skirts kissed her welcome and placed leis over her shoulders as Ally nervously stepped back and allowed the other people on the plane disembark ahead of her rather than to quickly disembark. Steven and Elyse Keaton slowly passed her as Ally became briefly jealous of their happiness. She wondered if it was still possible for her to get even get married and find someone as Steven as she glanced over the other married couple on board. Tom Wagner was just like a writer she had once dated and his wife, Susan, doted on him as much as she had doted on her own writer. Tom had given up a lot to leave New York and live with Susan's family in Kansas. Ally had done the same to return to New York for the sake of her daughter, but now she wondered if anyone might ever do the same for her.
With a nervous repose and a hesitant step, Ally picked up her travel case and actually stepped from the plane. It seemed to jar a bit from her as a hunky and brawn native guided her. A nervous grin from her lips, Ally's eyes nervously looked around as other young men golden tanned from the constant sun placed leis around her shoulders and kissed her welcome. A young lady offered her a complimentary drink as Ally wanted to step back on to the plane and hide. She felt like Alice in Wonderland in this paradise. It was so far from her native Boston and her transplanted Manhattan. Guided gently under a gazebo of climbing vines away from the dock, she entered into a small courtyard topped by palm trees and lined by fronds. She silently sipped her tropical drink and emerged alone. Both the Wagners and the Keatons were at one side with the actress as their distinguished host in a complete white suit and black tie stood by his black manservant, Mojo, the latest in a long line of menservants which once included tall Englishmen and diminutive Frenchmen. Ally and Alex gazed at each other distantly as their host lifted a drink of his own toward them.
"My friends," He started. "I am Mr. Roarke, your host. Welcome to Fantasy Island!"
