Bailey stood up, confused. She put her hand on her forehead, trying to see if she had a fever. She turned and saw pictures hanging on the wall.

The picture was a picture of Bailey and her parents. Except, instead of overalls and plaid collared work shirts, her dad was dressed in a tuxedo, and her mom was dressed in a black satin dress and white pearls.

There was a knock on the door, and someone entered the cabin. Bailey turned around.

"Mosby!" Bailey said.

"Zack told me you weren't feeling very well. Are you okay?"

Bailey shook her head, collapsing on London... I mean, her own bed.

"I don't know! Everything seems so backwards and wrong- where am I?"

"Why you're on the S.S Picket, of course..."

"Pickett? As in- my family? That kind of Pickett?"

"Yes. Who else would it be?"

Bailey shook her head. "So you're telling me my family owns this boat?"

Mosby nodded. "And another, just like it. And also a private yacht, jet, a summer home in Hawaii, a chain of successful hotels all across the world, and also a gas company..."

Bailey smiled. "So that means I'm rich?"

"Mm-hmm..." Mosby said, nodding. He stared at her. "Are you sure that you are-"

"I'm okay. Now. I mean, I'll be fine..."

Mosby nodded, still unsure if he believed her. "Okay, well, if there's anything you need, let me know..." he said, walking out of the cabin and shutting the door behind him.

Bailey sat up. "My wish came true..." she whispered aloud before grinning from ear to ear. She jumped up and grabbed a golden wallet- HER gold wallet, pulling out hundreds of hundred dollar bills, and various colored credit cards. Her eyes twinkled and sparkled as she fanned out her cash.

"Guess who's going shopping?" Bailey smiled.

Bailey entered her room, exhausted from a day of shopping. Each arm carried six or seven shopping bags each. She dropped them on the floor, and then collapsed onto the bed.

That's when there was a knock on her door. "Come in!" Bailey said, pulling a dress out of a bag. Zack entered the room. "Oh. Hey Zack..." Bailey said, holding the dress up to her and looking in the mirror.

"Wow that's one beautiful dress-" Zack said.

"Thanks," Bailey smiled.

"Not as beautiful as you, though..."

"Than- wait, what?"

Zack pulled Bailey into a hug, which could have easily turned into a kiss if she had not pushed him away. "Woah, woah, woah!... woah... What are you doing?"

"What's it look like I'm doing? I'm trying to hug my girlfriend!"

"GIRLFRIEND!"