(The Palm Ridge Spa. A guy is contemplating a Japanese sand garden. Jhiera walks in.)

GUY: Jhiera! Excellent. Just when I need the artistic eye of a goddess.

JHIERA: Where are the girls?

GUY: And na maz te to you too. They're right where you left them. (Jhiera walks off) Are you okay? You look spun.

(Jhiera walks into a room with several shapely girls laying on steaming beds of ice.)

JHIERA: How are they doing?

GUY: They're chilling. The little sisters are fine. REM'ing. Tell me what's up.

JHIERA: They took the girl I went to meet.

GUY: Man, that's lame!

JHIERA: They will find us before too long. We have to go from here, as soon as possible.

GUY: The girls aren't ready. They need serious isolation and temperature adjustment before they mellow out enough to deal with the world.

JHIERA: Then I'll move them some place else.

GUY: My shaman has a place in the desert. He never could turn away scantily-clad women in distress, from any dimension. (Beat) You know, I wish you would let me work on your mirth chakra.

JHIERA: If he's as trustworthy as you are, we'll go to him.

GUY: He's good people.

JHIERA: Then call him. If he accepts us, we'll leave first thing in the morning.

(The guy nods.)

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