Talk to him? Talk to him and fed him. That was her advice? Calla sighed and slumped in her chair. Her eyes slowly raised until she could see the top of Shaggy, and the the blonde girls head. She made a face, wrinkling her nose, and then looked back over at Daphne, who was still nose deep in her gossip magazine. None of the gang were even trying to talk to one another. How long was it going to stay that way? She hoped not too long. 

It wasn't long after that, that the plane landed, and everyone started to exit. Calla took her time. The flight had left her jet lagged, and she wasn't in the best mood. Plus, her head was full of unanswered questions, and an hated not knowing the answer to something. Like, why were they all here? Was it a way to try and get the gang back together? Was it a small vacation? If so, why invite the whole gang? Why invite any of the gang at all? But deep down, there was a voice telling her, that it was bigger than just a vacation. There was something going on, on the island. 

Calla grabbed her duffel bag, and a few of Daphne's bags (because she had like, 80), then made her way off the plane. Once she got out, she could help but smile and look around at the island. Spooky Island. It definitely looked fun and interesting.