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Jessica wakes up in her bedroom on the ship. She looks around in confusion and sees James standing in the bedroom door. She screams and starts throwing pillows at him. He dodges the pillows and smirks at her. She jumps out of bed, her palms itching to slap him across the face. The room feels strangely cold and she glances down at her body—she’s naked. She screams louder and gets back into bed, pulling the sheet up to her neck. “What the hell, James, how did I end up back here?” she asks. “You fell asleep last night,” he says. “I brought you back here.” “Why didn’t you wake me up?” she asks. “You know I wanted to meet Jackson. Who gave you permission to bring me back here?” “I know you don’t like it when people wake you up while you’re sleeping,” James says. “Are you a complete dumbas