Hannah woke up feeling refreshed and rested the next morning. She sat up in bed and stretched, quickly retracting her feet from the end of the bed when she felt something moving suspiciously down there.
“Morning, boys!” She said, cheerily, looking over at the double bed. Will and Chris were curled up at opposite sides of the bed, looking very awkward.
“Move over, for God's sake!”
“Was that your leg?”
“Eeeew.”
“Cheer up, Chris,” Hannah said, leaping out of bed. “You can sell your story to the papers – 'I slept with the future King of England!'”
“Don't you DARE.” Will warned Chris, climbing out of bed.
“Let's go find breakfast.” Hannah suggested, opening the door to the corridor. She shrieked as she saw the horse standing, blocking the door. “Bad horse! Hep-fam! Hep-fam!” The horse moved slowly out of the way of the door.
“Wow, you're actually gaining language skills from this trip!” Chris exclaimed, as they marched off in search of food.

“We're here.” Joaquin chirruped happily.
“WHAT?” Everyone jumped awake and stared around wide-eyed.
“Rio De Janeiro? Remember?” Joaquin said, pulling into a fairly (for Rio) empty car park and parking under a fern.
“I just had this awful dream that I was travelling to Rio De Janeiro to rescue Hannah because of some ridiculous escapade she's got herself into.” Jess said. Everyone turned to stare at her for a while until she got the hint and looked out the window. “Oh crap.”
“Thanks for the ride, Joaquin.” Everyone said, hopping out of the cab and making a move to walk away.
“Um, excuse me?” Joaquin said rubbing his fingers and thumb together on one hand.
Everyone looked back blankly.
“You think I drove you for 12 hours, 27 minutes and 6 seconds out of kindness?!”
“Thanks, it was the best birthday present ever.” Dom slapped him on the back and they walked off in the direction of some tall buildings that they hoped was the Central Business District of Rio De Janeiro. Well, all of them except Elijah who was following his nose thanks to some advice he once got given.
“Where do you reckon they are?” Asked Jess, gazing around.
Dom gesticulated wildly at the huge, bustling city.
“Do you want a grid reference?!” He asked sarcastically.
“Well, we have to start looking SOMEWHERE.” Said Jess, crossly.
“Hey, look!” Billy indicated to a nearby phone box with something written in the dirt ingrained on the glass. “That's my phone number!”
“Oh, is it.” Asked Jess, feigning surprise whilst she memorised it.
“Yeah! That must mean that Hannah was here!”
“How'd you figure that out?” Asked Elijah.
“Because I don't know anyone else in Rio De Janeiro.”
“Oh.”
They scurried over to the phone box.
“Hmm,” Said Dom, picking up the receiver. “Still warm.”
“It's about 40 degrees everywhere, Dom,” Jess informed him.
“But it's a good sin,” Said Billy, positively. “They must have been here recently.”
“So what now?” Jess asked.
“We'll have to try asking people if they've seen them anywhere…” Jess, do you have a picture of Hannah we could show people?” Elijah asked.
“Oh, yeah, hang on.” Jess extracted her purse and pulled out a sheaf of photos. “Patrick Marber…Steve Coogan…dad…dad…dad…Ian Lavender…Dylan Moran, dad…Billy…dad…aha!” She pulled out a picture triumphantly. “Here it is!”
“Um, Jess, this is a picture of Sean.”
“Oh.” Jess rifled through her pictures. “Sean, Sean, Sean, Sean…aha! Really got it this time!” She handed Billy a photo.
“Great.”
Billy held it up to a passing Brazilian. The person didn't stop though.
“Try saying something.” Dom advised.
“Hi, have you seen this person?”
“Que?”
“I don't think this is going to work.” Billy sighed.
6 men dressed in black suits with posh sunglasses approached them and held out a photo.
“Have you seen this person.”
Dom, Elijah, Billy and Jess crowded round to look at the photo.
“Hey, isn't that Prince William?”
“Yeah!”
The bodyguards looked at each other shiftily.
“You saw nothing.” One of them said and they all ran off.