The drive to Helena seemed to drag on - for me anyway. I knew in my heart that something was about to happen, and I was pretty sure I wasn't going to like it. I kept playing different scenarios through my head. I spent most of the drive in the back seat trying to sleep (avoiding nausea). And when I wasn't asleep, I was thinking and worrying. When I think and start to worry or get anxious, I bite my nails or I find something on me to focus on and start trying to "fix" it. Let's just say that by the time we got into Helena, I had chewed off 5 nails that were now "nubs" and working on the 6th. I kind of made the team hold off on lunch because I knew that something important was about to happen and we needed to get to the house asap.
So we finally get to the house. We decided we were going to wait to unpack, we walk inside and say "Hi" to Dan and Jonny. They told us they were going to wait about an hour or so to talk to us so that we could get our stuff inside, etc. After mentioning that we just wanted to get here and talk with them, they sat us down and told us what was going on. Two people from the St. Martin team were sent home. No longer on team.
Crap.
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