Maddie had held off for as long as she could, but eventually she’d had no choice but to relieve herself in the shower. Thankfully the water was still running, and she stripped off her clothes and doused her skin with Celine’s body wash, the cold water doing nothing to clear her head. She hadn’t been able to sleep for more than a few minutes at a time, despite taking one of Celine’s sleeping pills. She couldn’t stop obsessing about what the hell her boss was up to. Unable to stand the happy-clappy atmosphere in the Starlight Dreamer Lounge any longer, she’d returned to Celine’s suite at around six p.m. last night (there was no way she was going to brave her own cabin in the rank depths of the lower levels – she’d made an attempt to go down there to retrieve her stuff, but only made it halfway down the corridor before the stench sent her scurrying back to the higher levels). Maddie had tried to speak to her boss several times during the day, but Celine kept blanking her, concentrating her energies on encouraging the Friends to go out and find others ‘who might need our special kind of support’.
