Carrie heard all of her roommates arriving and even saw some of them coming in as she looked out the window. Part of her was excited and wanted to go meet them, but part of her was very tired and feeling sort of heavy and sick. She decided she would go and greet everyone later, when she was feeling better and could make a better first impression. For now, she closed her bedroom door. She walked into the small bathroom attached to her room that was also attached to her neighbors room. She looked in the mirror and fixed her hair. Suddenly, she felt extremely dizzy and nauseous. She put her hand on her forehead and closed her eyes for a brief second and then the next she knew, she opened her eyes and she was laying in a bed. She sat up and looked around. Am I dreaming? This can't be real... She thought, as she looked at the room she was in. Carrie rubbed her eyes frantically, knowing this felt all too real to be a dream. Jumping out of the bed, she ran into the bathroom, all the time thinking in the back of her mind that this looked just like one of the first class cabins on the Titanic. She looked in the mirror and nearly screamed as she saw the outfit she was wearing. Carrie ran back out into her room and out into the hallway, searching for one of her new roommates, praying she wasn't alone.