The door opened almost instantly. As it swung open, Sheri would be blasted with the scent of coconut, lilies, a feint tinge of margarita and alcohol, and...the sea breeze? Inside the room was even more disconcerting. There was a bed and all of the normal furnishings found in each room of this hotel, however the floor was pure white sand and Kokomo by The Beach Boys was playing loudly on a pair of speakers on each wall of the room. Lit tiki lamps stood in the sand, surrounded by bottles of alcohol, coconuts and empty glasses. In the middle of this tropical paradise was Liz in a black and white bathing suit, lying on a sun lounge with a coconut in hand and sipping from the straw as she stared down from her sunglasses at the intruder.

"I didn't order room service, dear!" Liz waved her hand dismissively.

The door slammed shut, leaving Sheri wondering what kind of bizarre world she had just entered...

Yet she was saved from the dull hallway once again when the door snapped open and The Alchemist stood before her, sipping on her coconut and squinting at the fake room service maid. "You don't work here..." the older woman stated after a second too long, "You! You're Chevvy! Oh, come in dear, come in, come in! Join me!"

Liz turned and outstretched her arms dramatically toward the tropical room. She looked tanned somehow. Liz grinned at Sheri, "Sheila, do you like it? Isn't it great? The country isn't really my thing, you see. God, Hawaii, The Bahamas - now those are fantastic vacation spots!"