Melinda spends two hours on the phone with her travel agent and then with the airline. Finally, she makes a reservation for the first flight available: 4 pm the next day. She writes down her confirmation number and then hangs up the phone with a sigh. She would have to avoid Ralph until her flight out.      She runs a hand through her thick hair and sighs again. 'Why is it I feel I have to avoid him?' she thinks, falling backwards onto her pillow. She closes her eyes, remembering how nervous he had made her feel that morning. "There must be something wrong," she says aloud. "I need to trust my instincts here. Something is not quite right…"      Her eyes fling open with a start as she hears a knock on her cabin door. Immediately, her heart begins pounding again. She looks around the room wildly, frantically thinking that she needs a place to hide.      "Dr. Gardenia?" she hears a female voice call through the door. "Are you there?"      Breathing a sigh of relief that the voice doesn't belong to Ralph, she stands up and smoothes her clothes and hair down. "Coming!" she calls out.      Her heartbeat slows to a normal pace as she opens the door. It is the clerk from the front desk.      "Dr. Gardenia, I'm so sorry to bother you. But I thought I should deliver this message to you personally, since we seem to have misplaced your other messages," she says, holding out a folded piece of paper.      Melinda takes it in her hand. "Thank you so much," she says.      "You're welcome. Let me know if you need anything else," the clerk says, nods, and then walks away.      Melinda closes the door and stares at the folded paper in her hand, wondering who the message is from. 'No one knows I'm here,' she thinks, a puzzled frown furrowing her brow.      She sits on the edge of the bed and slowly unfolds the message. Her eyes widen when she reads who the message is from. "Greg," she whispers aloud, incredulously. "It's from Greg."      The name Gregory Marlowe is printed neatly on the page, along with a phone number and the message, "Wishes you to call A.S.A.P." She puts the note down in her lap and stares straight ahead across the room, butterflies suddenly dancing in her stomach. 'What could he possibly want? And how did he find me?' she thinks, stunned.      She looks over at the phone next to the bed and wonders if she should call him back. Before she can make a conscious decision, the phone is in her hand and she is dialing the numbers on the paper.      She listens to the line ringing, all the while feeling her heart racing in her chest. 7 rings… 8 rings… 10… No answer. She sighs and places the receiver in the cradle gingerly. Her chest feels tight and she realizes that she is disappointed. 'I miss him more than I had thought,' she thinks to herself, fingering the phone cord sadly. She glances up and notices the time on the clock radio by her bed. It is 1:00, time for Ralph's lunch break. He would be waiting for her by the pool, and if she didn't show up, he was sure to come looking for her.      "I'm being silly," she says aloud, standing. "It's only Ralph, and I did promise to say goodbye."      'Plus,' she thinks, 'if I get the goodbyes over with now, I won't have to see him for the next two days. I can avoid him as much as I want.' She feels a shiver run up and down her spine, but she shakes it off quickly.      Grabbing her towel and swimsuit in an effort to look casual, she walks out the cabin door, closes it softly behind her and heads for the pool.