Where are my companions?!

We commenced our trip to the Dallas Museum of art, and I think it is going to be pretty fun. It takes about an hour from our hotel to the museum, and we are going to take the bus. Honestly, I like ancient and historical arts. So, Joanna and I got ready as soon as possible. After a few minutes of waiting, we were prepared to get into the bus. We got the front seat, and I thought it was pretty entertaining to look around and go on the bus. There are pleasant people in Texas, and they seem to be considerate and courteous. We talked about funny things and everyone on the bus was laughing and talking. It didn't seem to bother the teachers, and it surprised me. I felt sick halfway through the bus ride, and I warned Joanna about it just in case, but luckily nothing happened. Then, we finally reached the museum! I felt excited, and so was Joanna. Most of the people weren't as enthusiastic as we were. When we entered the museum, it was full of traditional arts. I wanted to touch them despite the sign. I was exploring around, and I forgot about my mates, and I misplaced them. I was lost, I checked if Joanna was there, but neither was she. I was tensed, and I didn't know what to do. Since I had a phone, I thought it would help me, I called Joanna, but she didn't answer it. I was hopeless, I decided to find for someone who I could request guidance from, but there was no one in sight.