Susan slips the note into her pocket and goes to her closet. She's not sure how to blend mourning and bikini - and neither, it seems, does the strange magic of this place. It eventually yields a deep burgundy number that looks like a more-scandalous version of what she's used to.

Ah, well. She's has a good body, and no compunctions about it being seen by others. She puts the bikini on, pulls a black robe over it, and goes to find the Jacuzzi. Luckily, Janet's instructions are clear, and the room is easy to find.

She slips inside and shuts the door gently behind her. "Janet," she says, warmly.