She placed one hand gingerly on the mattress and carefully shifted her body weight onto the bed. Her expression contorted into a mixture of confusion and disappointment when it seemed that the bed wasn't moving at all. Hayley rolled around on the mattress, then laid back, dropping her head back onto the pillow with a sigh. She hit a lump there and immediately flopped over to reach a hand under the pillow and withdraw a small conch shell.

"There's nothing floaty about the bed at all," she grumbled, to explain her shift in mood. Hayley sat up with the shell, turning it over in her hands before tossing it aside onto the middle of the mattress. "Try it."