Bailey stood back, still in shock.

"Girlfriend?" she repeated.

"Yeah... girlfriend..."

"But- I can't be your girlfriend... I'm dating Cody!"

Zack burst into laughter, and when he saw that Bailey's expression was totally serious he stopped. "Oh... wait... you actually think that you and- Cody- would ever get together?" Zack said, holding in another laugh. Bailey nodded.

Zack shook his head. "That could never happen..."

Bailey shook her head. "You're wrong!"

Bailey stormed out of the cabin, and out onto the sky deck. Sure enough, Cody was there, working his shift as a towel boy. "Cody!" Bailey yelled, running into his arms. Cody awkwardly caught her, before realizing she was hugging him, and then he pushed her away.

"Can I help you with something?" he asked.

"It's- it's me. Bailey."

"I know who you are..." he said, rolling his eyes. "Everyone knows who you are..." he muttered.

"Cody- do you not remember anything? You and me are dating!"

Cody laughed. "Please. You and me- that's absurd. Besides-" Cody said, looking past Bailey. "I've already FOUND the girl of my dreams..."

"What?" Bailey said, turning around.

This is the point where the voice in her head screams in slow motion "NOOOOOOOOO!"

Because running towards Cody, with her arms stretched out, was London.

Cody and London met, catching each other into a hug, and when Cody gave London a small kiss on the cheek, Bailey really started feeling dizzy. She collapsed onto the ground, and everything went black. All she could hear were voices. "Bailey?" "Bailey!"

"Bailey, honey, wake up!"

Her surroundings finally stopped blurring and spinning, and she could see she was in the nurse's office.

"Oh. Nurse... thank goodness... I was having the weirdest dream..." Bailey said.

"I bet you were. You had quite a fall there."

"Fall?"

"Hit your head on the sky deck floor... those wooden boards can give you a real concussion!"

"Concussion?" Bailey asked.

"Mmmhmm. Well, glad you're awake. Your mom was worried sick about you."

"My mom-" Bailey said. Just thinking of her Mom's french braids, overalls, and checker print collared shirts brought a smile to her face.

"Yep! She said as soon as you woke up you needed to head to the Sky Deck for your interview."

"Interview?"

"Why of course Woman's Insider is featuring you and your mother on the cover."

"Why?"

"Well, because this month's issue is about divorced families..."

"Div-divorced?" Bailey stuttered.

"You must've hit your head REAL hard..." the nurse said sympathetically. "Well hurry along now. Don't want to keep your mom waiting!"

Bailey followed her directions, and found that the entire sky deck was abandoned, except for photography equipment, a photographer, a reporter, make up teams, other 'important looking people'...and Bailey's mom.

At least, that's who this woman claimed to be. Bailey would have never recognized her. Her blonde braids were let out, and curled, resembling a hairstyle you'd see at prom, not on a cruise ship. Her lips were bright red, and her make up was heavy, and dark, hi lighting her dark and cold eyes. She had on a silk black dress with white pearls, and big black stiletto heels.

Her Mom was smiling at the reporter, and then her eyes wandered over to Bailey. Her smile vanished. "Why aren't you wearing the dress I bought you?"

"What dress?" Bailey asked.

"The one hanging up over by the juice bar! Hurry and get dressed!"

Bailey saw a garment bag slung over the counter. She grabbed it, running into the nearest bathroom. The dress was just like her mother's. Too tight for comfort. She had to hold her breath to slip into it. There were also matching pearl's inside the bag. And heels. Bailey waddled out of the bathroom, and back to where her mother was.

"Much better!" her mother said, smiling, and then sitting down in one of the three empty seats. Bailey sat next to her, and then the reporter took the last seat.

"So-" the reporter said, smiling.

"What is going on?" Bailey exclaimed. Everyone turned to stare at her.

"What do you mean, pumpkin?" Bailey's mom said, smiling but asking the question.

"I mean why did you and Dad split up? You guys were perfect for each other..."

Her mom laughed, still keeping the fake, plastered smile on her face. "We'll talk about this later."

"No! No one will tell me what's going on! I want to know NOW!"

"I SAID we'll talk about this later... dear..." her mom said, still smiling. Bailey slouched in her chair, and remained in this position until the reporter thanked Miss Pickett for her time. Then Bailey spoke again.

"What happened? Why did you guys split?"

Her mother sighed. "We will not discuss this here, in public. You know the answer to that question, Bailey. And I am completely humiliated by your behavior... you're lucky I didn't ground you..."

Bailey's eyes filled with tears. She suddenly realized she was getting in trouble for asking what was going on.

She then ran away, not knowing exactly where to go. She didn't have anywhere to go. There was no escaping this dream... or nightmare...