The Professor slept very little, and was glad when the first crack of light shone through his window. He dressed quickly and stepped outside. He planned to dedicate the entire day to searching for Mary Ann. "You couldn't sleep, either?" a silvery voice chimed.
Ginger stepped out of the shadow of a palm tree. "I was tossing and turning last night because I feel so…guilty. I just know it was the argument I had with Mary Ann that drove her away. Oh, if only I could apologize!"
The Professor was about to echo a similar sentiment about his book on chess when, just then, Gilligan stepped out of his hut. "Oh, hi Ginger. Hi, Professor. Having trouble sleeping?"
"Yes, Gilligan," the Professor replied.
"Me too. I just keep remembering the look on Mary Ann's face when she got tangled up in that fishnet. You see…"
"Please don't elaborate, Gilligan."
"But I wasn't going to; I was only going to tell you how it happened. You see…"
"That's what I meant, Gilligan."
"Well, I see I'm not the only one who couldn't sleep." the Skipper said as he stepped out of his hut. "By George, if we find her I'll never say her fish tastes like bacon again!"
"And I'll never complain if she doesn't dust our safe." Mrs. Howell declared as she stepped from her hut, her husband right on her heels, saying he didn't care about the laundry if they could manage to find her.
"Well, since obviously none of us could sleep, I propose we begin searching for Mary Ann again." the Professor announced. Everyone quickly complied, and Lovey secretly swore that she and her husband would search just as long, if not longer, that the other two groups. It was the least they could do to make up for being so lazy yesterday.
