"I'm all for the ice cream, but I'll have to pass on the booze tonight. No matter how much I'd love to forget the whole trip," Isabel said as she took the spoon and dug in. "My parents finally realized that keeping us trapped in a campground wasn't doing anything to improve communication and brought us back to Roswell this morning. I pleaded with my mom to let me change me flight. I think she felt guilty for blindsiding me with everything when I go home so she said yes." She swallowed a scoop of ice cream and sighed. "Words do not begin to describe how much it sucked. And there I was, trapped in the middle."