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Another day in Alaska. Mary Lou took a shower and dressed. She sauntered to the coffee shop.

The young man who’d waited on her the day before offered coffee. “Happy New Year.”

His cheery smiled ticked her off. “Whatever.”

“What can I get you this morning?” he asked, as if she hadn’t snapped at him. “You seemed to like the pancakes yesterday.”

She perked up. “Oh, yeah. I’ll have what I had yesterday.” I can’t believe I’m having pancakes with chocolate syrup for the second morning in a row. Has my life come to this?

It was still dark outside when she got back to her room. Her room had been made up, and everything looked neat and in order. The nightstand looked as if something was missing.

Her cell. It was gone.

Where could it be? She searched the floor around the nightstand, then she got down on her hands and knees and looked under the bed. There it is! Oh, thank God! My only connection to civilization. She strained to reach it. Her fingers touched the edge, and she pushed herself under the bed to grasp it.

When she had retrieved it, she sat on the bed and automatically checked her messages. A text from Bobby! How did I miss this? I was up until after midnight. She clicked on the message.

“Happy New Year. I waited until it was midnight in Zedlav. I miss you. Can’t wait to see you when you get home. Hope you’re having fun tonight.”

She laid flat on her back on the bed. Bobby! I missed your text. She touched the call button and listened to his phone ring four times. She hung up. No, I’m not leaving a message. He can call me back. I’m the one who is stranded.