As soon as the sun comes up, Melinda's eyelids flutter open. She closes them again, but sleep eludes her. 'I guess there's no point in fighting this,' she thinks, and gets up, heading for the shower.      When she leaves in search of breakfast, she nods to a security guard leaning against a fence a few feet away.      "You had quite the scare last night, didn't you?" he says to her.      She nods. "Yes, I did. I wish you could have caught that guy."      "Don't worry," he says. "If he comes back, we'll find him. My shift is about up, but I'll be back as soon as it gets dark. You have a good day now."      "You too," she says. "Thank you."      She walks on and realizes she is heading for the front desk instead of the breakfast room. There is no mistaking her intent; it is time to think about going home. Unconsciously, she glances nervously around her as she goes. Even in the midst of such beautiful, tropical surroundings, she feels uneasy. Last night had shattered her confidence more than she had expected.      The moment she walks into the resort lobby, the woman behind the front desk calls out to her.      "Dr. Gardenia! I'm happy to see you this morning! Did you get your messages?" she asks.      "Melinda shakes her head. "Messages? No. I wasn't aware that I had any. I didn't think anyone knew I was here."      "You weren't notified by phone?" she says, her brow furrowed.      "Not that I know of, no. The message light wasn't blinking," Melinda responds.      The clerk nods and turns to a box behind her. She spends a few moments looking through it, and finding nothing, flips through the envelopes again.      "Odd," she murmurs to herself.      "What is it?" Melinda asks, curious.      The clerk turns to her, frowning. "It's the strangest thing. I knew for sure that you had messages; in fact, I know you had at least four of them. But they aren't here. They couldn't have been misplaced. I don't understand," she says, shaking her head.      "That is strange," Melinda says quietly, a worried expression on her face. 'Could this have anything to do with last night's prowler?' she thinks to herself. She shakes her head. 'No, it couldn't be. That would be too weird.'      "I'm terribly sorry," the woman says. "I'll keep a close eye on this and let you know if they turn up."      "Ok," Melinda responds. "I actually wanted to notify you that I will be checking out within the next two days. I need to make my flight arrangements first. Once I do that, I'll be able to give you the exact date and time."      "Of course," the clerk says. "I hope your last few days with us are enjoyable."      Melinda smiles. "I hope so, too," she says.