Room 406, morning

At some point she'd have to get up and turn off the annoying music that kept repeating every minute or so. Stupid DVDs should have an automatic shut off after the 100th repeat of the menu music, but for right now she was warm and cozy, with a strong arm wrapped around her.

Still mostly asleep, she didn't realize anything was different this morning.

[ooc: For the owner of the strong arm please.]

Room 406, evening

After some handwavey lunch and searching around, Isabel and Wyatt had split up to cover more ground to see if they could find any answers about what had happened and about their scheduled wedding.

Eventually Isabel returned to her room and started to rummage through, trying to get a better sense of who she was. The thick scrapbook she found was more frustrating then helpful. It was filled with pictures of people, that was true. And Isabel was beyond grateful that she had included names and stories about what was going on in the pictures on the pages of the book. But even though she looked so happy in the pictures with Greg and Parker, Cedric, Jack and Bel, right now they meant nothing to her. She wasn't even going to think about the stories that went with the pictures. They made no sense. The book ended with pictures from graduation, which for some reason seemed to have an alien apocalypse theme.

There were a small handful of loose pictures with summer dates on them from the beach and what Isabel assumed was New York City. Unfortunately the only person Isabel recognized in those pictures was a girl named Dawn, and that was only because she'd been in another picture in the scrapbook labeled Meerkats Forever!

The was one thing she was sure of though. There were no pictures of Wyatt. Which meant they'd either had a whirlwind romance, or the whole wedding thing was a joke between friends. After the pleasant time they'd spent together that day, Isabel wasn't sure which she preferred.

The door was open as Isabel continued to page through the scrapbook.