"Where's Joy?" demanded Patricia for the fourteenth time that day, while staring at everyone dramatically, yet strangely unconvincingly. "Why doesn't anybody even care about where Joy is?"
"Because nobody else is hopelessly in love with her?" suggested Jerome sarcastically.
"Shut up, Jerome!" cried Patricia, blushing a deep red which contrasted with her possibly gothy complexion.
"Patricia, there's a mystery going on," said Nina, who was American. "Its all Egyptian and that, and kids have gone missing or something... I thought you might be interested. I'm American, by the way," she added in her American accent.
"Mystery?" spluttered Patricia. "Missing kids? What's any of this got to do with Joy? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY JOY?" She grabbed Amber's drink and threw it in Nina's face, then stormed off to her room to cry and come up with various hare-brained theories of what terrible fate might have befallen her absent lover, each less based in fact than the last.
Do you know where Joy is, dear reader? If you do, you might want to tell Patricia; she's really quite upset.