Arthur was first into the room. He sprang into the room and yelled out "Skip!" before rushing to the opposite side of the room to the left of Martin's bed, near the window.

"Gosh, it's dark in here."

He opened the curtains, nearly blinding Martin. He put his arm up to block the sun, but his vision was already whited-out and he couldn't see who came into the room next. When he finally could see, Douglas was already sitting in the most comfortable chair in the room, and Carolyn stood at the foot of the bed.

"Well," Douglas took a breath and tapped the arm of the chair. "I think you do know how to grab everyone's attention." He looked over at Martin. Martin's cheeks felt hot. He looked to Carolyn.

"…Sorry." He said it quietly, almost a whisper. Carolyn shook her head.

"Don't apologize; I'm just glad you're alright." She paused, and then asked. "You are…alright, then? Everything's okay?"

Martin's eyes opened wide. Hot cheeks again. He chuckled nervously.

"Oh, just this damn….inner-ear thing. Apparently it is a little…bothered. Stress on the body, I guess. That's what the doctor said." He looked down at his fingers. The tips felt as if there were pins and needles in them. He fidgeted and laughed again, picking his head up. "Nothing a bit of sleep won't cure!"

Douglas studied Martin's face. He looked unconvinced. Martin was never that…cheery on his own.

Arthur interrupted his thoughts. "So, do we have to go back to Fitton, then, Mum?"

Martin answered before she could. "No, we must stay and enjoy Florida a bit more. I can't stand the thought of any England rain just yet." His eyes darted to Carolyn, who bit her lip. She looked at Douglas.

Douglas hit the arm of the chair in enthusiasm. "Of course we have to stay. No future flights until the Burling trip, which isn't for a few weeks. And I dare say someone might enjoy a driving trip to the wonderful world of D-I-S-N-E-Y." He nodded over to Arthur, who had found the telly remote and pressed the power button.

Carolyn sighed. "But how will we-" the charges for hotel rooms alone would erase any thought of getting out of debt within he lifetime.

Douglas interrupted. "I am clever, Carolyn. We'll be fine. Sleep in a car, a cheap one at that. I do have extended family in the States who owe me huge favors. That is, if Martin feels up to it, of course." The tone of sarcasm made Martin glare, and then smile.

"I really don't want to go back to the attic. Even a car is better. And I have some money saved up…"

Carolyn threw her hands up. "Alright, alright! We can stay a bit longer. But if we have another episode like today it's straight back home, all of us."

Douglas stood up. "That's settled then. Anything else, then, Martin?" Martin shook his head.

Carolyn headed to the door. "Come on, Arthur."

Martin's head snapped in their direction. "Oh, err…"

Carolyn looked back. Martin cleared his throat. "You know, visiting hours…I think they're until 8 or something."

Douglas stopped in the doorway and turned. "Mmm?"

Carolyn hit his arm lightly. Martin's face felt hotter than ever.

"We could just order some room service here…if you'd like. I won't eat everything anyway, and it's free. You know, save some…save some money."

Carolyn's face looked deep in thought for a moment. Then she realized.

"Oh, of course. Always good for a free meal, we are. Arthur, watch the telly."

Douglas, however, still didn't understand. "But-" Carolyn pinched his arm. "Damn! Oh, oh…yes. As long as they have biscuits and sausage, I'm fine." He scooted his chair closer to the bed. Carolyn pulled another next to his. Arthur channel-surfed.

Martin's blush finally calmed and he gave a genuine smile. "Err…thanks." He leaned over and grabbed his menu to hand to Douglas, who fingered along the choices. He mentally chose one and handed the menu to Carolyn. Then he grinned.

"Marseilles to Marseilles." He smiled triumphantly to Martin.

Martin gawked for a moment. "Oh, now that's just not fair."

"It is too!"

Just then, Arthur jumped a bit in his seat. "Ooh, nickelodeon? A cartoon is on!"