Carrie hadn't really intended for herself and John to get separated so soon into their vacation, but she wasn't altogether upset. At first she was a little shocked, as he was there one moment, and gone the next, but it wasn't anything she felt that she should worry herself about, as they both knew the name of the hotel they were staying at, and there were taxi cabs everywhere. (Some of them even appeared to have human personalities, and eyes where the headlights should be!)
Truth be told though, Carrie HAD planned on going off by herself at some point. She wanted to give John the biggest surprise of his life for at least one night of their honeymoon. Sure, she'd always liked cartoons, and thought it would be neat to visit some time, but not necessarily for their honeymoon. This was entirely for his benefit, not that she'd tell him. John was quite self conscious about aspects of his personality.
About a month after they'd gotten engaged and moved in together, Carrie had been cleaning the house when she'd stumbled upon a couple boxes of John's from college. Since they'd met after he'd graduated, (He was 27, she was 25) she had eagerly looked at the stuff in the boxes, curious about what sort of guy he had been like in his college days. Most of what she'd found was nondescript-yearbooks, photos, and the like...but she'd found a sketch book which had been filled on every page with a comic he'd apparently done called "Wolf Whistle". It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out John had a bit of a sexual fixation on the werewolf girl in the strip, and Carrie was actually quite intelligent, so she'd put one and one together.
That night she'd engaged him in some sexual roleplaying, as it was a full moon. She'd pretended to be a werewolf, and John had gotten quite into it, ravaging her several times, much more passionately than a normal evening of sex. But whenever she'd try to get him to talk about werewolves, especially female ones, John became quite guarded, feigning indifference. Carrie, however, could see right through it. She knew that it was undeniably a sexual fantasy of his that she become a werewolf. It was later confirmed when she found a doodle he'd done, one of her, half-naked in a torn dress, looking quite lupine. When she'd shown it to him, he laughed it off, blushing hard, unable to admit his fantasy to her.
That was why she wanted to come here so bad, and that was why she wasn't worried about them getting separated...supposedly anything could happen here. If there was any place that she could be turned into a werewolf, it would be here.
Finally alone, Carrie....