[i]Good luck?[/i] she thought to herself, wondering just how long her luck would last her. Hopefully it wouldn't run out any time soon, not before she had the chance to explore the ship and enjoy herself some... 

"Mel!" 

Melanie stopped and turned in the direction of the voice calling out for her. 

"Jonas!" She immediately spotted [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ce/a1/9b/cea19b06afcc154b2d64be869cf1186e.jpg]him[/url] from behind the bar, a shaker in one hand pouring out whatever drink the PDA-obsessed couple sitting across from him had ordered. Melanie made her way towards her friend with the intention of staying there for her meal, but she left a few empty seats between her and the lovebirds. Nothing would ruin her meal more than sitting next to two slobbering idiots. "I know I said we'd hang out, but look at you, you're always working. How in the world are we going to find the time to do anything?" 

"Is that your excuse? Because I'm pretty sure I've asked you out not once, nor twice--" 

"Alright, I get it." She smiled at him before looking down at the menu. "Hmm...can I have the [i]Belarus[/i] sandwich? And a double shot of whatever you recommend, please and thank you." Jonas scanned her chip to deduct credit for her drink before disappearing through a door. Meanwhile, Melanie's mind drifted back to her session with Carl. She was thinking about him for a good minute or two before she turned her head to look at the couple sitting not too far from her. It was then that Melanie gasped in surprise. She couldn't help but stare at the couple--her parents--in total shock. Part of her knew that was impossible, but another part of her also wanted to believe that they had been alive all this time, that they somehow faked their deaths for whatever reason and she was now sitting a couple of feet away from them.

[i]"Can I help you?"[/i] asked the woman after she'd been nudged by her partner who was the first to notice that Melanie was staring at them like they were the headline from some freak show at the circus. Melanie didn't say anything as she struggled to find the right words to say to her mother after all these years. "Is no polite to stare." the woman continued, her slurred words an obvious sign that she was intoxicated. When she hopped off the barstool to approach Melanie, the poor woman couldn't help but suddenly feel threatened as her mother's face slowly warped back to the stranger's own. At this, Melanie shoved the woman hard enough for her to lose her balance and fall to the floor. 

"Stay back! D-Don't touch me!" Melanie stood up with the intention to leave, but the man quickly blocked her path in an attempt to shield his partner from her. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" 

Melanie grew more defensive, kneeing the man in the groin before she had just enough leverage to slam his head on the edge of the bar top.

"Melanie, what are you doing?" Jonas came rushing out, but the last thing she wanted to do now was stick around. She grabbed her purse and turned around, noticing then that a small crowd had gathered around the bar to watch the chaos. As she focused on getting out of that place, Melanie felt a hand wrap around her ankle, pulling her leg out of balance. She too took a hard fall, then felt the weight of someone sitting on her back. At that moment, Melanie pushed herself up off the ground and to the side, then noticed it was the woman who was attempting to retaliate, but was obviously losing the fight. Melanie pinned her down before delivering a couple of punches that would draw blood, her sight limited to the tunnel vision she'd developed during their struggle. Before she was able to inflict more damage, Melanie felt a pair of arms pull her off of the woman. 

"Calm the hell down!" she heard Jonas' voice very close to her ear as he forcibly guided her away from the area. Melanie slowly began to process everything that had happened. Another staff member was helping out the man, checking his head for any signs of damage, and one or two people from the crowd were approaching the woman on the floor. 

"My parents--they were here. It was them!"

But Jonas wouldn't have it, knowing all too well that it was just Melanie's head messing with her.