[I spotted Rima under an umbrella watching over some of the students.]

Madelyn: Do you have room for one more?

Rima: Of course just sit right here.

Madelyn: I don’t want to assume anything, but I you don’t seem to like the water all that much.

Rima: No, I love the beach! It’s so relaxing...so peaceful…but sadly I can’t enjoy it to the fullest.

Madelyn: Why not?
Rima: Well...let’s just say I have a condition that makes me very sick when I’m exposed to the sun.

Madelyn: Photosensitivity?

Rima: Kind of. Mr. Wright did give me something that lets me walk out and have fun. The bad part is that it’s a hazmat suit so I won’t be able to turn some heads in the right way *chuckles*.

Madelyn: Well I’m sorry to hear that.

Rima: This is so stupid. I don't even know why I came here on this vacation…

Madelyn: Rima. I just want you to know there’s tons to do in this resort than swimming. For instance, what do you do on your spare time.

Rima: I write. Hey, aren’t you a detective?

Madelyn: P.I. but to an extent I am.

Rima: Next time we meet, I will come up with something I know you will enjoy!

Madelyn: *smiles* I look forward to it.

Rima: Do you know of this guy named Francis Robin?

Madelyn: I’m afraid not.

Rima: I would not mind jumping out of this umbrella for him.

[She holds onto her journal and I lose her in her daydream.]