She sits down in the chair by the phone and looks out the window into the night. "No, I didn't find him," she says quietly. She bites her lip to prevent a fresh onslaught of tears.      "Melinda… God, I'm so sorry! I was hoping for you," he says.      She squeezes her eyes closed for a moment. "Thank you."      "But you have other leads, don't you?" he asks.      She sighs heavily. "No Wayne. I have no leads at all…" She stops, wondering if she should tell him her true thoughts or hide them from him. 'But we have a bond,' she thinks. 'We have a bond that can never break. I trust him… and I love him, too…' Her heart flutters when she hears the word "love" echoing in her mind.      "I think I should just give up," she says, forging ahead. "I don't have time to search now. This internship is so important. You know that better than I do. I just don't have the time to devote to this. Yet I feel there is this empty spot that needs to be filled, and only my father can fill it. And the questions! God, I have so many questions!"      "You can't stop now, Melinda. Those questions deserve to be answered. You deserve some closure," he says.      "I knew you would understand, Wayne. No one else would get this… Not after what you've seen -- what we've seen together…"      He is quiet for a moment, perhaps remembering the events of the spring. When he speaks again, his voice is husky with emotion. "Even after all the bad things that happened, I treasure our time together. I absolutely treasure it. Those nights we spent having coffee and just talking, or the time we kissed for the first time…"      "I treasure that time, too. More than you know," she says softly. Her mind wanders back to the first time Wayne took her in his arms and kissed her. She remembers how much they had both wanted it, and how right it had felt… She sighs shakily, reliving the moment.      "Melinda, if there is any way we can be together…" he says cautiously, trailing off at the end.      She feels butterflies begin to flutter in her stomach once again. "Oh Wayne…" she says, her eyes closed. "You know it's impossible."      She hears the front door slam shut and she feels transported back into the real world; Greg has returned with the uniforms. He walks into the kitchen, the clothing draped over his arm.      "I should go," she says. The tone of her voice tells him that she's not willing to end the conversation.      "I'm sorry I kept you," he says. "I should go myself. I'm still stuck here at the hospital. I'll see you tomorrow night?"      "Yes, I'll be there," she says. "Goodnight."      "Goodnight, Melinda," he responds.      She rests the phone almost lovingly in the cradle and turns to Greg.      "Ok, I'm ready to see our new threads!" she says, forcing a cheery smile.      "Ok," he responds. Then he pauses. "Who was that?"      "No one important," she replies. Her tone is reassuring and warm.      Greg seems satisfied and throws her the new uniform. "What do you think?"      She looks at it in mock horror. "Eww!! Pink?! They want me to wear pink?!"      He laughs at her reaction. "I think pink suits you!"