Maya wakes up in the middle of the night, still feeling extremely drunk. No lights inside the RV were on. She felt very nauseated, on the very verge of vomiting. So she opened her window, sticked her head as far out as she could, and began throwing up. She threw up a total of four times, plus some dry heaving. After finishing, she went back inside, closed the window and then laid her head on her pillow again. Knowing that the morning would be the absolute worst, she took out her bottle of stroopwafel moonshine and laid it on the bed next to her, positioning her backpack to prevent anyone peeking in from seeing it. Soon enough, she fell back asleep.

Maya then wakes up again, this time in the morning. The sun almost looked as if it was sitting right in front of Maya's window, and, when she looked outside, she saw a massive mushroom cloud where the sun is. She started freaking out. She then looked at her curtain. She saw what looked like bugs crawling from outside to her bed, and the curtain itself almost looked as if it was dirty and rotting. She heard voices. They were so clear that Maya focused all of her attention on them, even though she had unbearable alcohol cravings.

"So, you know Maya?", A voice that sounded like Coco's said. "I looked inside her bunk today, and I saw bottles of alcohol in there!"

Maya began feeling a sense of dread.

"Wait, what did you do?", A voice that sounded like Epke's replied. The sound of this voice worsened Maya's sense of dread. "You were spying on Maya?! What the fuck is your problem?"

"What the fuck is YOUR problem?", The Coco-sounding voice replied. "Do you not see that Maya is a fraud? She's masking herself! The alcohol alters her personality!"

"You're just a sick voyeur! You have no right to be treading on my girl's privacy like that! Do you think she belongs to you or something? Fucking bitch!"

"Hey, hey, hey, what's going on here?!", A very angry voice resembling Maya's mom's began saying.

"Mom?!", Maya thought, feeling scared for her and Epke's life.

"You people should leave Maya alone!", The Epke-sounding voice replied. "First you get rid of her cat, then you needlessly pressurize her into being your personal grade-churning machine, then you punish her for not meeting your insane, BULLSHIT expectations, and now you're looking at her things without her consent?! You people are sick! I'm taking her with me, and we will live an independent life together!"

"Wait...", Maya thought. "When did I tell him about all of that?"

"No, you're not!", The Mrs. Schoppenboer-sounding voice replies. "Get the hell out of here!"

At this point, Maya realized that this entire conversation was a hallucination, and quickly grabbed her bottle of moonshine. For some reason, she hallucinated that the cap had the phrase "elixir of happiness" written on it. She then chugged on it until all of the hallucinations stopped and she could her what was actually going on outside her bunk. Fortunately, it was something a lot more boring: just her parents discussing gasoline prices.

She checked the time. It was 9:35 AM. She played games on her phone for a bit until, an hour later, she received a voice message from Cato on WhatsApp. She opened it up and began listening.

"Hey, Maya...", Cato said in the voice message. "Is everything ok now? I just wanna say that I'm deeply sorry for acting like that yesterday. I know your drinking is a very private part of your life, and I shouldn't have pushed you so hard to tell me about it. But, still, Maya, I care a lot about you. You're an amazing person! So please consider my suggestion from yesterday. Lots of people cannot afford to lose you, you know?"

"Hey, I'm okay now.", Maya replied through text. "I know you're just worried, but I still feel fine. Just relax and don't let yourself be so worried."

Cato recorded another voice message. It said:

"Uhm, sure, if you feel fine, then that's good on you, it's not like I can force you to go to rehab or anything. But please think about what you're doing."

She then recorded yet another voice message.

"Again, I apologize for getting all up in your business, I know I'm in the wrong. I just hope this doesn't affect our friendship."

"I still see you as a good friend, Cato, don't even sweat about it!", Maya replied. "I won't cut you off for caring about me! In fact, thanks a lot. I feel fine, but thanks regardless."

This conversation was enough to completely calm down Maya on this topic. She regretted wasting alcohol on forgetting about this, but felt like she didn't need to worry about an intervention or anything of the sort anymore.

She then spent a couple more minutes upstairs, but then began feeling hungry, so she applied mouthwash, swallowed it to avoid spitting, waited until the minty taste faded away, and then went downstairs.

"Good morning, Maya!", Mrs. Schoppenboer said.

"Hey, mom!", Maya replied.

"I made you a sandwich for breakfast while you were sleeping! I hope you like it!"

"Thanks, mom!"

Maya then started eating her sandwich. It had lettuce, tomatoes, (not) mayo, and tofu. It was delicious.

"By the way, mom, where are we going next?", Maya asked.

"We'll be going to Madrid, then Lisbon, and then finally Portimão.", Mrs. Schoppenboer replied. "Why do you ask?"

"Just wanted to know."

Maya then grabbed a can of energy drink and went back upstairs, chatting away with her friends and sharing the pictures that she took.

Two days later...

The Schoppenboers are almost arriving in Lisbon. They were in a neighboring town, and the streets were very quiet. Suddenly, however...

...the RV stops.

"Goddamnit!", Mr. Schoppenboer complains. "Out of gas!"

"I told you this would happen!", Mrs. Schoppenboer said. "Why didn't you stop for gas at Castelo Branco?"

"I didn't think it'd run out this fast!"

Mymy, noticing the commotion, opened up Google Maps to see where they were. She zoomed out...

...they were in Amadora.

"Wait, isn't this that one place in Portugal with a very high crime rate?", Mymy thought, remembering her online conversations. "I could probably find a gun for myself in here!"

Mymy then approached her parents and said:

"Hey, mom, hey, dad, since we're out of gas, would you mind if I went out to find some gasoline?"

"You're willing to do that?", Mrs. Schoppenboer replied. "Sure, thanks!"

Mymy then hopped out of the RV and, while wearing a Dutch flag on her torso, began marching around while searching for a gas station nearby. The town had a very eerie atmosphere. There were pieces of bricks everywhere, the streets looked abandoned, and most houses either looked like they were neglected or straight up demolished. She knew that danger was imminent.

Suddenly, however, she hears what sounded like people arguing from a distance. Right in front of her, the corner of the wall of a house that appeared to have bloodstains on it. She came closer and then peeked to the other side. There was a pistol. She looked around and then snatched it, putting it in her pocket.

After walking a bit further, she finds a very empty gas station. Mymy looks around one more time and then enters the main building, approaching the cashier.

"Boa tarde!", The cashier said, his accent sounding like some sort of mix between an Angolan accent and a Brazilian one. "Como posso-lhe ajudar?"

Mymy then drew her gun and pointed it at the cashier, her heart racing. He immediately got spooked and put his hands up.

"Gasoline, now!", Mymy screamed.

"Alright, alright, alright, I will give you gasoline!", The cashier replied, fearing for his life.

The cashier then walked towards a section of the building where there were jugs of gasoline, Mymy still pointing the gun at him.

"How much do you need?", He asked Mymy.

"Enough for an RV, now hurry up!", Mymy shouted back.

The man then took out two big jugs of gasoline and pushed them to Mymy.

"Alright, this is enough.", Mymy said.

"Alright, but please don't kill me, I have a family to sustain!", The cashier replied, on the verge of tears.

Mymy then, still pointing her gun at the cashier, went up to the cash register, yanked it open, and stuffed as much money as she could in her boots. Then, she went up to the jugs of gasoline, put the gun back in her pocket, grabbed the jugs and ran out of there as fast as she could. After getting some distance, she took a minute to breathe and then continued walking back to the RV.

"Now, this, Mymy...", She thought to herself. "THIS is what we call reparations!"

It wasn't long before she got back to the RV, both her parents waiting outside.

"Hey, mom, hey, dad!", Mymy said as she approached them. "I got some gas!"

"Wait, you could afford this much?", Mr. Schoppenboer asked?

"Well... let's just say that people here love discounts!", Mymy replied.

The parents then shrugged and filled up the tank. A jug and a half was just enough to completely fill it, so they stored the leftover gas in the trunk of the RV, went back inside, and took off again.

Inside, Mymy took the money out of her boots and counted it. In total, she ended up stealing €2361, which made her extremely happy. It was definitely worth the risk. Although she saw armed robbery as degenerate behavior, she still felt like it paid off. In fact...

...she couldn't wait to find a reason to do it again.