"Sí mamá, the train ride was safe... and AMAZINGLY beautiful. Yes, I have all my luggage, and then some. Uhun, okay. I'll miss you, I think they'll have us make postcards." The girl answered distractedly, fluffing the frills of her sleeveless blue shirt. "Sí, sí mamá lo prometo! Fine, I promise I will not steal anything. Yeah mom, I gotta go now, I'll be late for check in. Adiós mamá, te amo!" The young girl rolled her eyes with a deep sigh, and with a tug of her luggage, walked on to the security cabin. From under her white fedora, she couldn't see the girl standing near and was taken by surprise when the other girl walked up to her.

"Pardon, but I heard you say you took the train. As did I! Which town did you come from?" A British lass skipped over and the two walked together.

"I'm from Seville, Spain. Me llamo, I mean, my name's Elena, but you can call me Ella."

"Hallie. You took a train all the way to London!? Have you ever not heard of an aeroplane?"

"Don't be silly! I had the time, and most importantly, I have a very prominent artistic gene. What's a lonesome 2 hour flight when you can see so much beauty in 20 hours?"

"You sound so proper! Do you come from old money? My father's a traveling accountant. Not a minute goes by that's not calculated. That's probably the major reason I'm here, so I can be out of the way." Hallie emphasized her point with the motion of her hands.

"My mother owns and curates her own gallery in Seville. It's quite small and charming, but it brings in good money. I have pictures on my phone I could show you some time. What cabin are you assigned to?"

"Lancaster." Hallie read off her paper.

"So am I!" Elena said cheerfully.

"Guess it's the three of us!" A new girl joined in. "The name's Sharon."

"Elena Kyle. This is Hallie," Elena introduced, not sure of her friend's last name.

"Hallie Evers. Pleasure!"

"Shall we go set up, then?" The question was asked in a mixed Russian accent, and the other two didn't let it pass.

"We shall!" Elena Tsarina said, playfully irking Sharon to Hallie's amusement.

"Well now you clearly know where I'm from," Sharon fixed her accent before she spoke. "Where are you lassies from?"

The three girls exchanged thorough introductions and went on their merry way to their assigned cabin, missing the limousine as it rolled to a stop at the check in cabin.

"Is Russia always so cold?" Hallie asked Sharon as they picked their bunks in Lancaster cabin.

"I'm from Vladivostok. It's not cold year round, but when it gets cold, it gets real cold. Like, -10°C (-35°F)."

"I hope you don't wear a lot of those furry hats. But if you miss them you could probably steal one from the guards at the palace!" Elena teased.

"Hardy har har!" Sharon fumed. "What about you, Spaniard? How's Seville?"

"No me ha dejado (it has not abandoned me)." Elena dramatically sighed, clasping her hands over her heart. "Oh don't you know? Seville is literally the warmest city in all of Europe. You won't find a furry hat there! It's all shorts and cotton and chambray."

"Then I suppose you have the best summer fashion sense of all of us? We must go shopping if we ever take a trip back to civilization!" Pleaded Hallie. Obviously she was a city girl.

They hadn't settled in long when the horns rang for dinner.

"That's 1900 on the hour! I wonder what they have?" Sharon said as she grabbed a loose jacket and went for the door.

"I'm starved! I hope they have really good food. I could totally go for some chicken paninis right about now!" Elena led the way to the mess hall while the other girls walked laughing behind her.

"Hey! Did anyone see the limousine at the security cabin?"

"I think so. I wonder who might have been in there!"

"Probably some royal kid."

"Or a royally spoiled kid!"

The girls laughed together at the poor soul and hastened their way to dinner.

The penguin suited driver of the limousine walked over to let out a young girl in a very chic traveling outfit. The white graphic tee was quite simple, but the black leggings and bomber jacket gave it some spice. Not to forget the knee high boots.

"Now Miss, all the luggage's accounted for. And you remember all of your father's requests?" The butler said with a tilt of his head that sent his sincerity across.

"Yes yes Martin. I will!"

"Ehm..." Martin cleared his throat, suggesting she correct her statement.

In response, the girl put up her sunglasses on her streaked hair and rolled her eyes with a sigh.

"I mean I won't do any mischief. I will not prank anyone. And I will try to make new friends."

"And promise to remember the old ones?" Martin said with a proud smile and open arms.

She gave her butler a quick hug before anyone could see, and with an equally haste goodbye, she skipped on to the check in cabin. All the open windows and open doors couldn't keep the cabin cool. The crowding didn't help, of course. The lines were separated by last names; A-C, D-F, and so on. She looked for the line for V-X, which was long to her surprise. Or long enough to annoy her. This was so totally not the ideal trip to London.

Thankfully, she hadn't come here for London. She'd begged her father to let her come to Camp Kohinoor for girls all the way in England. With four overprotective brothers, it took a while longer, but eventually she made them come around. They came around eventually all the time, why did they even bother resistance? She was already planning all the fun she was going to have when the camp counselor rudely broke her out of her thoughts.

"Step aside, dear. There's a whole lot of girls to check in." The old lady spoke in a whiny cheerful voice, although she was clearly tired.

Dear eyed the counselor as if she'd gone mad.

"Excuse me, I didn't wait in line for fun, you know! I need to check in still!" She tried her best to suppress her derogatory tone. Didn't want to get sent home before she even checked in. Under normal circumstances, she would have given the lady a speech or two, but her being 3,000 miles from home was conditional. 

"Do forgive me, child. Now, let's have your maiden name."

"Wayne." Child said proudly.

"I have an Emmaline Wayne from Gotham City?" The old woman asked dubiously, reading the name as it was written.

"It's pronounced Emmalin, but Emma works just fine, thank you."

"Beautiful name! See here, you will be stationed at York cabin. It's a bit of a walk. Dinner's at 1900."

Emma flashed a forced smile and happily exited the security cabin. York was end of the alphabet and the cabin was in the nether region of the camp. There were two girls already unpacking and her entrance seemed to have broken their conversation.

"Oh hey! You must be the third of us! There's your bunk over there!" One of this girls nodded towards the third bed.

Thankfully each bed had a window, or Emma would have wrestled any one of them for the window bed.

"Thanks," she said, making the quick trip. "I'm Emmaline Wayne, Emma for short."

"I'm Susan Parker, from Rotherhithe," introduced the girl with red braids hanging behind her ears.

"My name's Annie McKendrick, all the way from Pembrokeshire, Wales." The second girl informed. Her bouncing blonde bob went well with her petite square face.

"You think that's far! I'm from Gotham city, America." Emma said while her attention was to the sheets folded on the bed.

Their gasps told her they definitely recognized the city, but the dinner bell halted further conversation.

"That's dinner. You girls coming?" Emma asked from the door. Oh she would definitely like this cabin.

"Uhun!" The two girls cheerfully shouted and jumped off their beds to walk with her.

The mess hall was busy and loud with incomprehensible chatter. While many of the girls were crowding the benches, the wait line for the food was still long. The serving table thankfully started on both ends, uniting at the dessert bar in the middle.

An almost full bowl of tossed salad started the menu, and Emma and friends gladly skipped over. Out of habit, she took a quick look if grandpa wasn't standing around a corner to chide her. The girls filled their plates with fish fingers and chips, and maybe a piece or two of bread. Emma was ahead of Annie and Susan, and first to the dessert bar. There were bowls of fruits exotic to her, and cups of jello she was very familiar with. Of course, the jello cups were on her tray in the instant she saw them, but when she went for some berries, she was rudely cut off.

"Pardon the old girl, but I must have some of these gorgeous blueberries." The way she spoke, Emma thought the only thing keeping the lady alive were the blueberries.

"Would you like some?" The lady asked Emma as the girl was pouring a ladleful of loganberries in her tray.

"Oh no thanks! I'm allergic." Emma replied and quickly exited the line as the counselor turned to the girl on the other line. 

"What about you, dear? Would you like some blueberries?

"Oh I wish I could! But I'm allergic."

"Allergic. Yes, you just told me," the lady said, questioningly looking at both of the lines, but when she turned back, the other girl was gone too.

"Oh now where did she go?"

Sharon and Hallie shared a glance, then quickly brushed off their thoughts with giggles as they found Elena already sitting at a bench.

"You didn't tell us your sister came with you Ella!" Hallie said as she took a seat.

"What sister? It's just me and my mom in Seville."

Hallie and Sharon shrugged and continued eating, while Elena looked concerned at her hands.

"I think there was some gunk under the table," she stood up, rotating her hands under and over. "I'll just go wash up, save my seat!" And she dashed off, bumping into another girl, causing some of her drink to spill on her jacket.

"How rude!" Emma cried as some girl bumped into her on the way to her bench.

"You need help there, Em?" Annie asked while putting her tray down.

"No, I'll just go clean this off in the bathroom. Save my seat for me," she put her tray next to Susan and went to the bathroom.

Emma took off her bomber jacket at the bathroom door as she picked at the new stain. Hopefully fruit punch came off easy. The sinks were lined in the middle, six in total facing each other, separated by a mirror in the middle. She absently chose the middle one and directed her full attention to the jacket as she worked at the sink. The mirror showed her looking down in the sink, scrubbing furiously at her hands trying to get the stuff off.

"Oh come off already," the two girls said simultaneously to the supposed mirror but then instantly went back to work. Emma gave up after a minute more and folded the jacket on her arm as she walked back out to the mess hall. Elena grew frustrated by constantly washing her hands, and chose to be satisfied with what she had, but when she looked up in the mirror, she saw the opposite wall.

"I swear there was a mirror here a second ago!" As to test it, she put her hand forward, and as half expected, her hand went through the space.

"If there's no mirror, then how did I just see myself?!"

The bathroom door swung in and Sharon came in.

"El, come on! Food's getting cold. And we're timed eating!"

"Coming, coming." Elena said as she joined Sharon. "I swear, this is the strangest bathroom I've been in."

Elena looked back one last time and almost bumped into the maintenance girl as she was bringing in some sign.

"Watch your step, dear."

"Sorry!"

As the two girls went back to their bench, the maintenance worker put up an out of order sign on the middle two sinks.