After getting completely and utterly lost, a guard was able to bring Elaine back to the dining hall. It wasn't a pleasant experience, sine he wouldn't say a word to her. Golly, all these people just won't talk to her! Talk about a madhouse. Frustrated, she followed the guard, feeling like a black cloud was hanging over her. Why is everyone here nuts? she thought.

She was amazed by the tour, and the different things that this building had. She liked the pool table, and the spa area. The pool area looked pretty awesome too. There was only one thing that bugged her. Combat Training. After listening to the others ask their questions, Elaine added her own. "Why do we need combat training?" she asked.

She looked down at her arm, with her ID and her skin issues. It made her wonder. "And since you dragged us out here with the promise of helping our issues, do you plan on fixing those problems too? Like my psoriasis?" That was the least they could do. They were promised help. And cash.