"Melinda!! Melinda!! Is that you?" she hears a voice call out behind her. Ralph instantly releases her from his hold and she turns towards the sound, her knees wobbling. 'I know that voice,' she thinks frantically. 'Oh my god, I know that voice.'      She sees him then, a suitcase clutched in each of his hands. He is wearing a long-sleeved blue shirt, tan pants and his eyes… his eyes are as blue as ever.       "Greg!" she says, his name escaping from her lips like a sob.      He drops both the suitcases and runs to her. He enfolds her in his arms and squeezes her tightly against his body. She buries her face in his shoulder and breathes deeply, smelling his familiar smell, feeling his familiar touch.      He squeezes her tighter and strokes the back of her hair. "You're ok," he whispers, "Thank god you're ok."      She doesn't attempt to respond. Instead, her body is wracked with sobs and she holds him closer, letting her fear drain with her tears.      After a few minutes, she leans back and looks up at his face. "How did you find me?" she whispers.      He looks down at her tenderly, smoothing away the tears on her cheeks. "It's a long story," he whispers back. "And I'll tell it to you, but first I have to do something."      He lifts her chin gently and his lips meet hers. Melinda closes her eyes and pulls him closer to her, surrendering to his kiss. His lips move softly against hers and she sighs contentedly, never wanting the kiss to end.      When it is over, she smiles up at him, tears still glistening in her eyes. "Come to my cabin and you can tell me all about it," she says softly.      As they walk towards her room, Melinda notices that Ralph is nowhere to be seen.