Adela looked up when the guards entered her unit. Before she knew it, she was walking in sink with others, a blaring voice telling them what was to happen. Adela wasn't concerned in the least. She at first had thought that the laws regarding floating had change and she was going to be floated right then, but this was actually better. A lot better. She was finally getting out of that stupid isolation unit. A whole planet for herself and 99 others. She had heard that alcohol was loosely given out everywhere. As she looked at the others she spotted a few of her old customers, who had gotten arrested for the use of alcohol as a minor. Some scowled at her, and others ignored her. Whatever, they made the choice in the first place, wasn't her fault.