Nick looked, blinked, then blinked again. "Dr. Jones, I presume," he said, a smile pulling at the bored edges of his mouth. "Yes, it has been a while. I was sure you'd gone back home."

He hadn't seen so much as a glimpse of her since February and after three months without a sighting, he'd become positive that once again, island/hotel fuckery had played it's hand in the game of his twisted, fucked up life.