Florida weather is gross. This place is gross. Everything available to eat has like 3000 calories, children are crying and yelling -- or worse, laughing or chattering joyfully -- everywhere, and it's too early for Christmas decorations.

Now that they've been given a structureless day, Madison feels... lost? She didn't want to come here in the first place and has no idea how to enjoy herself, so she's sort of wandering aimlessly through the crowds, painting a sad, sullen picture in her pink mouse ears and expensive sundress. Maybe it'd make more sense to just go back to the hotel? She could lie by the pool and read or something.