God, fuck, damn, her head was splitting apart at the seams. She didn't remember where she was but maybe it was because the island looked so damn different than she remembered. Stumbling out of the door building, she didn't know which way to turn. Abi went around in circles until she saw the apartment block she needed and walked towards it.
Sliding her key into the front door, she swallowed her nausea and listened at the loud voices inside. Not wasting any more time, she opened up the stiff door and hoped the right people were inside. She followed the yelling and stood in the doorway, dumbfounded.
Her son was half-naked, wild-eyed, cursing like a sailor. "Charlie James Barton!" she said, crossing her arms in her best 'Mum means business' way, "You will be quiet this instant."