Andy's room was a sanctuary of sorts. Its walls were painted in soothing shades of lavender and white, adorned with framed posters of her musical idols and inspirational quotes about music which she had brought from their old house.
A worn plush microphone sat perched on her nightstand, a constant companion for her dreams of belting out tunes in front of adoring crowds.
Lying on her bed, she surfed the internet, searching for various islands or clues that might lead her to Cassidy.
In the last couple of weeks she had tried her best to put him out of her mind, but no matter how much she tried, she had found herself thinking and dreaming about him a lot.
She couldn't help but wonder if Cassidy was thinking about her too. She also wondered about her little doll, Maribel.
Unable to help herself, she had decided to try to find a way to reach him. Although she planned to ask Harry for help, but she didn't want to disturb his vacation.
