HD-B washed up on the island having braved the high seas for an hour and a half in a tiny boat (barely the size of a coracle) with two others. Although she had suffered terribly from sea sickness, she was well enough to check into her room (20).
I had huge problems finding my own room (27). It looked like it didn’t exist. Even the staff couldn’t help me locate it. It looked like that if I wanted a bed for the night, I would have to make friends with someone else and share.
I considered JS’s son J a worthy room-mate, but he was deemed too young.