Back in the present, you, Jenny, and Tina get off the bus with your stuff around your back, and the bus leaves once you were near the entrance of the camping grounds. You notice the camp counselor was a blonde fairy woman in her 20s carrying a wand, and wearing a purple t-shirt jacket, shorts, white socks, and hiking boots flying in mid-air. You think you see a bulge in her shorts but you just think your imagining things.
"Welcome to Camp High-Rock, new campers," the counselor says. "My name is Frankie Fran the 3rd, and I am the counselor of Camp High-Rock." Frankie then waves her wand up in the air, and conjured up folded sheets of paper for both you, and your friends. "Now, what I just gave you, are maps of the camp," Frankie explains. "If you get either lost, injured or stuck somewhere, our camp search party, will come, and find you, and bring you back here. Any questions?"
Jenny raises her hand, just after the counselor made her speech. "Why do they call it Camp High-Rock?" Jenny asks. "It's called Camp High-Rock, because it's named after Mt. High-Rock," Frankie answers. "The highest mountain in town, safe for diving. That is, if you don't get impaled by a stalagmite." You raise your hand, after Jennys question was answered. "Are we the only one's here?" You ask. "Of course not," Frankie answers. "There is one other girl in your cabin and about 30 more girls at the camp in total. Shes using the restroom right now." 'Is it legal for parents to drop their child off at camp early?' You question yourself.
"Anyway, you three should put your bags up," Frankie says. "If you look at your maps, you'll see that the cabins is next to the instructors lounge on the Northeast side of camp. We'll start our first camp activity after lunch. Ciao."