Maggie's patience was growing thin. She stood there on the side of the room, her bag at her feet, her arms crossed tightly across her chest, surveying the room with a slight scowl. Most went about their business without speaking, trying the food or examining the items contained within the four walls. Some had just entered the room, but quickly fell into the aforementioned category. Others, like the choking girl and her savior, were making small-talk. It was all well and good, except it was wasting valuable time, and no progress was really being made. Besides, Maggie hated standing around nearly as much as she hated surprises and crowds. This experience was just growing worse and worse. She was not one to speak up in a crowd, but she could not take it any longer.

[b]"Excuse me,"[/b] she finally said loudly enough for everyone to hear her, but softly enough to not be shouting. [b]"I'm sorry, but I have to ask. Does [i]anyone[/i] know what we are doing here? Because I cannot help but think this is some enormous joke being made at our expense."[/b] She fell silent, her mind picturing Punk'd reality TV shows. Were there hidden cameras somewhere? Were they going to throw in some fake death and ask the gang to solve it Mystery Inc style?