Melinda spots Ralph immediately. He is sitting in their regular spot by the pool, gazing out into the gardens nearby. She stops a moment and takes a deep breath. 'Let's get this over with,' she thinks to herself. At that moment, Ralph looks her way and his eyes light up in recognition. He waves to her, smiling broadly. She waves back, a smile pasted to her face.      "Getting in one last swim before you leave?" he asks, gesturing to the towel in her hand.      She nods and sits down across for him. "That's the plan," she says. "I don't know how I could leave this place without one more swim in this beautiful pool. I'm definitely going to miss those daily swims!"      Ralph's face grows serious and he nods solemnly. "It's going to be hell around here without you."      Unconsciously, she finds herself blushing. "You'll be ok," she says, a fake smile on her lips.      He says nothing and instead studies her face for what feels like an eternity. Uncomfortable, she looks away and then makes a move to get up.      "I think I'll go for that swim now," she says.      Ralph grabs a hold of her arm and shakes his head. "Please don't, Melinda. We need to talk about something."      "Oh-ok," she says, trying to hide the nervousness that has crept into her voice. She doesn't sit down again. She remains standing, Ralph's hand still holding her arm.      "Tell me why you're really leaving, Melinda," he says, looking directly into her eyes. "When we first met, you told me you were planning to stay for 2 weeks. Why are you leaving so soon?"      "It's time for me to go, Ralph. That's all," she responds, keeping her voice even.      He shakes his head. "I don't believe you."      She sighs, trying to think up an excuse as quickly as she can. There was no way she would tell him the truth: that she was frightened, especially of him…      "Listen, Ralph. The truth is… I miss Greg horribly. I need to resolve this before it's too late. I received word from him-"      "You talked to him?" Ralph interrupts. His voice sounds shrill.      She cocks her head to the side and looks at him suspiciously. "No… I didn't talk to him. But I got a message he left with the front desk."      Ralph releases his hold on her arm, and looks down at the table deep in thought. "I thought I got rid of those," he murmurs to himself, almost inaudibly.      Melinda steps back in shock. 'Did he just say that he got rid of my messages?' she thinks wildly. She feels her pulse quicken. "What did you say, Ralph?" she asks, her voice suspicious.      He looks up at her sharply. "I didn't say anything," he says.      She shakes her head. "No, you said that you got rid of my messages. I heard you, Ralph. Is that true? Why would you do something like that?" She hears her voice getting louder and more shrill and tries to steady herself.      "I didn't say that, Melinda," he says, his voice sounding firm. "You must have misheard me."      "Why are you lying to me?" she asks quietly. And then, before she can stop herself: "Was it you outside my cabin last night?"