Broken? Broken. Well, it's not like it happens every day, but once tensions increase, it does take a drastic turn. Egos, competition, and drama. Maggie saw it coming, but this time, she didn't. 

Mystery Inc., a team of amateur sleuths, investigating supernatural and paranormal phenomena, has been broken up. [i]Again[/i]. Fred with his ego, Daphne with her drama, and Velma with her self-esteem; it was a clash that drove them apart from time-to-time. Her brother Norville tried to patch and brighten things up, but as a result, it seemed to have unintentionally gotten worse. It has been two years since the case of the Luna Ghost, and they've gone their separate ways. 

She, Scooby, and Shaggy tried to make the best of it: Spice up the Mystery Machine, take trips to the beach, make barbecues; "another day in paradise", as her brother would call it. But it still wasn't the same. They used to do this, all the time with the rest of the gang. But by themselves? Their absence was becoming difficult to adjust. Not to mention that Dianna, Fae, and Maggie were close friends, bringing another layer of loneliness upon the female Rogers. 

These days, she would often force a smile in Shaggy’s direction, or give a bright idea to distract themselves, but the heart, surrounding their tight band of friends has been ripped in half. It truly hasn’t been very fulfilling these past two years. 

They didn't think they would ever see each other again, but having to suddenly receive a request from Emile Mondavarious, there was an opportunity to get away from the grief. As usual, Shaggy would reject the idea at first, but once an "All-You-Can-Eat" buffet was mentioned, a "what the heck, why not?” came, right after. Plus, Maggie really wanted to get away from their hometown; the same place where there were lots of beautiful memories regarding their “once-friends”. 

The drive to the airport wasn't long, and finding the gate was easy: Just spot a displayed poster that says "Come Visit Spooky Island". And, what no better way than to run into the rest of the gang once you get there? Fred was there, as well as Velma, but no sign of Daphne. However, seven purple bags towered on a cart, which became too obvious; by the reception desk, a familiar red-head complaining about the rule of having no more than two carry-on bags. 

“What do I can’t have seven carry-on bags? That is so economy!”