Stevie quickly bolted the door and dropped to the floor. Breathing Heavily. He looked up, suddenly realizing he was in a first class cabin, with all the amazing knick knacks for the elite. (Not the stuff he got when he bought his second class ticket from his latest sales.)

He looked in his bag, empty except for his MAGICAL PLEASURE MACHINE. He took it out, in case anyone tried barging in. 

"Well" Stevie began saying to himself. "If this ship's going Titanic, I might as well make me some dough.

The room was a bit trashed, unknown if this was because of the invasion or the owner was some rocker. But he did manage to shove some stuff into his sack. Including: A bible, a rectangular pillow, a vase, a small lamp with its plug still attached, a pink silk bra, a lone high heel stiletto, $500 worth of cash (Which he stuffed in his wallet and pocket), and one of those acoustic guitars that has a handle that folds into the guitar.

"Sheesh! I've heard of crazy rockers trashing their room, but an alternative band member trashing it? What's this world come to?"