Hannah laid herself out on a sun lounger in her shorts and bikini top and for the first time in her stay on the island, actually relaxed.
“Aaah! This is lurvely!” She sighed contentedly.
“Not too bad is it?!” somebody with a Welsh accent answered back from the sun lounger next to hers.
“Kelly?! Kelly Jones from the Stereophonics?!”
“Hello,” said Kelly.
“Oh my God! I thought you were dead!”
“Yeah, well...I actually have a Welsh qualification in swimming underwater. I swam from the wreckage.”
“And Stuart and Richard?”
“Oh, they died,” said Kelly.
“Right.” Hannah looked out at the sea. “So...you came here for the hotel and stuff?”
“Yeah, saw your website. It was recommended to me by Fran from Travis.”
“Wow. Good news travels fast.”
There was a silence.
“So...Daniel not with you?” Kelly asked.
“No...he's in Australia.”
“Right,” said Kelly.
There was another silence before they both said, “Let's go to the Star Bar.”

When they got to the aforementioned bar they saw Jess training Brandon to walk like a Nazi.
“No, Brandon - lift your arm higher! HIGHER!” Brandon looked around at Ian for support.
“Do as she says,” he advised.
Dylan smirked as Hannah walked in. “Oh my God, she's got another one!” He laughed. “What's the deal with him - do you have to polish his shoes unless he kisses you?”
“No deals with this one Dylan, can kiss him whenever.” Hannah turned around and smacked a big kiss on Kelly's lips, leaving him dumbfounded and Dylan pretty put out.
“And what the hell are you doing with Brandon?!” Hannah turned to Jess angrily as Kelly fell over.
“Nothing where you're concerned,” Jess retorted.
“Well, actually, it is, because he's my friend, and you only want to turn him into a Nazi.”
Jess scowled.
Everybody in the Star Bars attention was caught and they all started chanting, “FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
Hannah decided Dylan would be her first target. She sprung from the floor and leapt onto him, hitting him until he fell over.
“Hannah, if you punched me using the right arm you'd get more power into it and I'd be knocked out quicker,” said Dylan.
“Yeah! Yeah...you're right! Thanks Dylan!” Hannah punched him squarely in the face and he was out cold.
Next she moved onto Kelly...oh, no need to do anything there, ditto with Brandon, now for Ian...
“THWACK!” Hannah smacked him once round the face and he fell onto the floor and crawled underneath the nearest table.
“Come on Jess, let go of your power struggle - it's pathetic.” Hannah stood and faced Jess across the bar. Somehow, and from somewhere, Western cowboy music filled the thick atmosphere - so thick you could spread it on bread to make a nourishing savoury snack.
“Ooh, you annoy me Hannah. You think you own everything and you walk round here like you own the place too...” Jess snarled.
“I do,” Hannah commented.
“Yeah, well I own it too!”
“But you've been strolling around, training all your close and personals to be Nazis!”
“And?”
“Let go Jess...just please, let go. For Ian's sake - you've taken him out of his original habitat and plonked him down in the middle of mayhem!” Hannah sighed. “Come on Kelly. We're going now to sit on main beach.” Hannah stopped in the doorway. “Has Daniel phoned?”
“No.”
“Damn.”
Hannah walked out shortly followed by Jess who called after her: “Well...at least I'm not THIN!”
Hannah turned back and gave her a quizzical look.
Jess just scowled and slammed the door.

Hannah sat on the beach with Kelly, sipping a cocktail, her expression shielded by her sunglasses.
“Do you think you were a bit hard on Jess?” Kelly asked.
“Er...let me think,” said Hannah sarcastically. “NO!”
“But you were...um....” Kelly tried to pick his words carefully. “You were...a bit mean.”
“A bit?” said Hannah. “Dammit, I was aiming for 'SupremoB*tch' level.”

In the Star Bar Jess was sitting in between her two bleeding friends, with one hand holding a tissue to Dylan's blooded nose and the other holding out a box of plasters to Ian.
“If only I was the Hindu God Lakshmi,” she reflected. “I'd have more hands and I could hold more things.”
Dylan picked out another tissue from the box and soaked up some more blood. “Who does Hannah tink she is? Poncing around with her stupid WELSH friend?”
“Who's managed to come back from the dead,” Jess added.
“WHAT?!” Dylan turned around violently spraying blood over the table.
“He drove a plane into the sea - God knows what he's doing here, he should be dead.”
“Well if he thinks he's better than a leprechaun then he's got another thing coming!” threatened Dylan.
“A leprechaun?!” Jess asked puzzled.
“Oh, I mean - me.”
“Oh. So why did you call yourself a leprechaun.”
“I meant not to - mistake - must be the beer.”
“Oh,” said Jess frowning with confusion.

“Kelly?”
“Yeah?” Kelly looked over from his sun lounger.
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“Erm...” Kelly thought hard. Did he? “Yes.” Hang on! No he didn't! “No.” But what about... “Yes.” But no! His mind was playing tricks. “No.”
Hannah picked up a conch shell and smacked Kelly repeatedly over the head with it.
“No! No! No!"
“Great!” said Hannah, dropping the shell and smiling sweetly. “Just the answer I was hoping for.” She leant back on to her lounger. She was beginning to get comfy when sand flew all over her. She opened her eyes to see Zane standing over her looking worried.
“Hannah!”
“What?” She shook sand from her hair.
“It's the llama... I think you should come and see...”

“Oh, b*gger,” said Hannah as they approached the rehab centre and saw the giant mechanical llama lying on the ground. “It looks like it malfunctioned.”
“That's not the worst of it,” Zane said ominously. He pointed to the main door. It had been broken open.
“Oh my God! They've escaped!”
Kelly, Hannah and Zane ran up to the llamas face - the computer screen on the face read 'Patrick's my friend!'
“Oh God, he talked the llama round to letting him out...but that means that--” To assure Hannah's sudden thought, two stones were catapulted from a slingshot to the back of Zane and Kelly's heads. They fell down onto the ground and Jimmy ran up to Hannah and scooped her up in his arms.
“I'M FREE!” he cried, running off with her in his arms.
“Let me go!” Hannah kicked but she couldn't get free. “You're mad! Let me go!”
Jimmy dropped Hannah and ran off over the horizon.
“Crazy nutter.” She picked herself up and went to tend to Zane and Brandon whilst wondering where Patrick could be...

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