A/N: Yay, another short chapter.

Tyson illuminated his path with a torch. Hilary was rather relieved that he had one. They were looking for the others at that moment so that there would be a little less confusion.

Finally, they came upon a comical scene. Mariah was leaning on the railing of the stairs, staring down at Salima and Enrique, who were sitting cross legged at the bottom of the stairs. Tala was standing slightly apart from the others, while Julia was half way down the stairs. She had tentatively been groping her way down, and had twice come close to falling. As the warm beam of light washed over the scene, she gave a triumphant exclamation and ran down the last few steps.

"Hey, guys, there's a power blackout," said Tyson, stating the obvious.

"No, really?" replied Mariah, rolling her eyes. Suddenly, they were interrupted by Kevin's voice. "I see liiiiiiight!" he said dramatically, stumbling into the circle of light. Then, blinking, "Hi guys."

Mariah rolled her eyes yet again. Tyson was, by now, playing with the flashlight, waving it around and flicking it on and off. This way, the battery was going to wear out.

"Give me the torch, Tyson," said Tala. "It's our only source of light and it's going to wear out."

"NO!" said Tyson, a little louder than he needed to. "You can't have it!" Saying this, he bolted. The light slowly receded down the hallway until they were left in darkness again.

"Oh, perfect," said Julia, who had been helping Enrique and Salima. "Will someone go after him?"

"And risk falling down another flight of stairs?" said Hilary. "No thanks. Nice going, Tala."

"Not my fault," he replied. Then, he groaned and said, "Why did I have to get stuck amongst girls?"

"We resent that!" said Mariah.

"Hey, I'm a guy too!" came Enrique's voice, and then a loud, "Ouch!"

"You don't count," said Tala shortly. At that moment, the lights flickered on and off. There was some fluctuation for a little while and then suddenly the whole building was lit up again. Tyson, Kevin and Enrique let out a whoop of happiness. Tyson and Kevin started a war dance of sorts.

Julia pulled Enrique and Salima up. Enrique howled and sat back down, and Salima winced, shifting all her weight to her left foot. "What's wrong?" said Julia, concerned.

"I think I fractured my ankle," said Enrique from the floor, where he was squirming, holding his foot. By this time, Mariah had joined them, and was kneeling beside Salima.

"It's nothing," Salima said. "I think I just twisted it. I just need some rest."

Mariah helped Salima up the stairs and took her to the room. Enrique was still whining on the floor. Julia could see that it was something more serious than a twisted or sprained ankle. "Someone come down here," she called. "Help me lift him up; we need to take him to a doctor or something."

Tala joined Julia and Enrique. "Here, you take his legs and I'll take his arms," said Tala, preparing to lift the injured blond. Julia nodded and lifted up his legs, being careful not to hurt the injured one. Tala lifted him by the shoulders and they staggered upstairs with him.

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There was only half an hour left to board the cruise. Everyone had done their packing and they were sitting outside in the garden of the hotel. It had snowed light night but now the sun was shining and it was very pleasant outside.

Robert walked out into the garden carrying two suitcases: his own and Enrique's. "You're all packed," he said to his friend. Enrique had been taken to a nearby clinic and it turned out his ankle was broken. It was done up in a cast now and he used a pair of crutches to walk. Needless to say, he couldn't walk.

Mariah had packed for Salima but refused flat out to carry the suitcases. Salima had sprained her ankle. "Ask one of the guys," she said calmly. "I'm staggering under the weight of my own suitcase too."

"I'll carry it," said Ray from behind them.

"Thank you!" said Salima emphatically, slinging an arm around Mariah's shoulder and getting up. Ray hoisted her suitcase up with an amused smile. The captain of the cruise, who had also been staying at the hotel, announced through his megaphone that it was time to board. They started walking towards the ship.

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"Is that it?" said Daichi, staring wide-eyed at the huge streamlined beauty. "Oh man, this is even worse than that airplane!"

Tyson sighed and grabbed him by the collar. "You're getting on," he said, dragging him up. Soon, all the passengers had boarded. After one final look at Russia, they were off.

A/N: So they're finally back on the cruise. by the way, isthere anything in particular you guys want me to write about?