Jeannie turned away from the window in Major Nelson's hotel room, sighing at the gloomy grey rain clouds she could see forming outside the glass. She glanced up as the bathroom door opened and Tony, in a fresh change of clothes, emerged toweling off his hair.
"What's the matter, Jeannie?" He asked, noticing her halfhearted expression. She shook her head and crossed the room to meet him as he sat on the edge of the double bed.
"It's nothing, Master. I just dislike the rain, you know." She said wearily. Tony nodded slowly and shrugged.
"But we've got to put up with a little rain every once in a while. It makes the good, sunny days that much more enjoyable." He said lightly. Jeannie met his gaze softly and her smile grew slightly brighter.
"Is that why you allowed me to help you go surfing this afternoon, Master?" She asked gently. Tony smiled after a moment and ran a hand through his wet hair to flatten it.
"Yeah, kinda." He admitted with a small laugh. Jeannie pursed her lips thoughtfully and then settled down next to him crossing her legs on the end of the bed. She pulled her blonde ponytail over her shoulder and began playing with it apologetically.
"Master…?"
"Yes?" Tony said, taken aback by Jeannie's once more solemn face. She bit her lip thoughtfully before she spoke again.
"Do you ever regret finding my bottle on the beach?"
Tony's eyebrows raised in shock as he regarded Jeannie's apologetic expression. He sat for a moment, several thoughts running through his mind at a fast pace. Jeannie stared patiently up at him, her eyes searching his thoughtful face.
"Jeannie, why would you say a thing like that? After all we've been through?" Tony asked, his voice cracking a little. Jeannie chewed the inside of her cheek hesitantly before answering.
"I'm sorry that I upset you with my enthusiasm so often, Master…I really do have your best intentions at heart…" She said softly. Tony smiled at her and pulled her close to him.
"Oh Jeannie, are you still worried about the surfing incident from this afternoon?" He asked. When she nodded slowly he laughed again lightly. "That's why I love you, Jeannie. Your enthusiasm and motivation is what keeps me going every day."
"Aww Master! I love you too!" She said as she draped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. Tony smiled and after a moment there was a knock at the door. Jeannie glanced at it curiously and Tony gently unhooked her arms from his neck and stood up.
"That'll be the room service. Ready for some dinner?" He asked, making his way to the door. Jeannie smiled and nodded eagerly. Tony tossed his bath towel over his shoulder and paused at the door, looking patiently back at her.
"Oh!" Jeannie exclaimed after a moment. She glanced down at her flowy pink genie's outfit and quickly blinked herself into her bright pink sundress. Tony winked at her in amusement and opened the door to allow their dinner cart to be wheeled into the hotel room.
"Psst! Hey Peter, wake up!"
Micky Dolenz leaned over his bandmate's bed later that night, trying to rouse him without disturbing Davy or Mike. Micky shook Peter's shoulder harder, clapping his hand over the blonde boy's mouth when he started to protest groggily.
"Micky – what…"
"Shhh. I've gotta talk to you." Micky hissed, seeing Peter's brown eyes open slightly in the darkened room. Peter sat up and yawned deeply before throwing his blankets off of him and standing up to follow Micky out of the bedroom the four boys shared. Once they had descended the winding staircase, Peter stumbling slightly in his semi-conscious state, Micky switched on the lamp nearest them.
"Micky, what is this about?" Peter asked through another yawn.
"It's about that girl we saw out there on the beach this afternoon…the one that disappeared…" Micky started. Immediately, Peter groaned and turned to head back up the stairs and to his warm bed. Micky hastily grabbed onto the back of the boy's pajama collar. "Now, hear me out, Pete…"
"Can't this wait till morning?" Peter complained.
"No, it can't! The other guys don't believe we saw that girl out there today, but I think we can find her again!"
"That's great, Micky, really. But she disappeared without a trace and we'll probably never see her again – why does it matter so much to you?" Peter fixed Micky with a curious stare.
"Aww Pete…you know I can't resist a good mystery! And anyways, after dinner, I went back down on the beach for a walk and look at what I found!" Micky said, digging into his pajama pants' pocket. Peter, leaning lazily against the wall with his arms crossed, watched the curly-headed drummer with blurry-eyed interest. After a few seconds, Micky produced part of a red stained popsicle stick and held it out for his bandmate to examine. Peter's gaze lit on the stick for just a moment before he looked guardedly up at Micky again.
"If this is a joke, I'm going back to bed right now." Peter said seriously. Micky shook his head and pointed out the back door of the pad where they could hear the rain pounding against the glass doors and windows.
"It's not a joke, Pete, I promise! Our mystery girl was there, alright and she's still out there somewhere!" Micky insisted, his hands waving around him energetically as he explained himself. Peter regarded him carefully, stifling yet another yawn.
"Okay. So are you suggesting that we try and find her?" Peter asked once Micky had paused for his reaction. Micky clicked his finger at him and nodded with a wide smile.
"Exactly what I'm saying! We'll start by keeping watch on the beach out there where she was – just in case she does show back up." Micky said.
"Why didn't you bring this up earlier?" Peter asked, pausing thoughtfully for a moment. Micky's smile faltered and he ran a hand through his curly mess of hair sheepishly.
"Well uh...it kinda took me a while to put this plan together…I figured you would be the first one willing to hear me out on it." Micky grinned apologetically and shrugged. Peter raised an eyebrow in amusement and crossed his arms across his chest.
"And I had to hear all of this at two in the morning?" Peter joked lightly. Micky laughed and playfully swatted at Peter's shoulder before following his bandmate back up the stairs to finally head to their beds.