Noah: he curled up into a ball under the bed, the blanket poked out from underneath. It was pretty much entirely soaked with dry blood.

George: George walked over to the bed, peering under it. "Um... Noah?" George whispered before noticing all the blood on the blanket. "Oh... Oh dear... Uhh...." George swallowed hard. "You okay bud? Not dying in me are ya?"

Ariv: "I believe the water park has chemicals in all parts of it," Ariv mumbled to himself. "What about the ocean? Would you like to go there? Or the Dead Sea perhaps?"

Noah: he snored softly nuzzling into the blanket, he didn't seem to know that George was in the room at all. After all, he was deep into sleep.

George: "Oh err... I will just...," George whispered, looking around the room. George sank to the floor, scooting over to the corner as he tried to call Lucas.

Ariv: "The Dead Sea is your home?" Ariv asked, tilting his head as he had a confused expression on his face.

Lucas: he didn't pick up the phone right away, and when he did there was angered yelling between the three males that Georg had left together. Once they realized that they had answers they all went silent and Lucas responded. "Heeeyyyy George..."