When the Howells came to Zoe's office in the late morning, she was expecting them to finally say goodbye. She'd been a little concerned when they hadn't left yesterday afternoon, but overall, their visit hadn't been terrible. Sure, people would be having nightmares about polyester for a while, but in the grand scheme of things, everyone would probably recover from this exposure to
normal.
Instead, the Howells had talked about how wonderful the island was, and what a quaint and quiet place it would make for their continued retirement. The tours, it seemed, had been even more successful than anyone expected and now, the Howells had no intention of leaving. At all.
Zoe managed to wait a few minutes after they left before grabbing the phone and calling the other administrators. If the voicemails were nothing but her yelling, it couldn't be helped. And when Grace came in with a handful of tiny green aliens trailing behind her, babbling about how she'd saved-ed them from being squished and could she keep them pleeeeease, well, that didn't help either.
[Door and post are open!]