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place on the broken pane.
    She placed her hand against the glass, feeling as the warmth
of the sun swirled and became one with the heat from within her fingertips.
Soon, she could feel a vaguely familiar searing fire race across her palm.
    She held her hand firmly in place, patiently waiting as the
glass beneath became molten lava, melding the broken pieces back into place.
One at a time she worked as sweat trickled down her back, soaking her gown.
Piece by piece, she carefully placed the broken shards back into the pattern
they once occupied.
    Finally, all the pieces were back in place. The hole was
gone. The lovely picture of a large bird amongst beautiful flowers once again
adorned the center of the formerly shattered pane.
    She was suddenly very tired. She must sleep. She gazed at
the bed, already knowing she could not make it back to its comfort. She
teetered in dizziness a moment, fell to the floor in a heap, gasping in
exhaustion.
    The colorful beams of sunlight filtered through the lovely
glass, casting dancing prisms of rainbow hues across her, as she dreamt of her
lost island.
    * * *
    “Harmon, can you hear me?” Bice shook the musician again.
    They’d carried the unconscious man to his suite and laid him
on the bed. Hawk, Harmon’s bodyguard, excused himself to other matters. Matters
which included eating donuts and watching wrestling on TV. Bonita excused
herself, feigning dinner time was right around the corner.
    He checked his watch. Harmon had been out nearly two hours.
He needed to wake soon, someone needed to check on the hell girl in the suite
next door. By now she’d be half starved, and from the way she looked and
smelled was in desperate need of a bath. He’d be damned if he would give her
one. She was Harmon’s problem, not his. He shook the musician again.
    Harmon moaned, and fluttered his eyes open. “Bice?”
    “You’ve been out nearly two hours. Someone needs to check on
Heaven, and I’m not waving my hand in the air as a volunteer.”
    Harmon sat up, and gazed around his familiar suite. The
setting sun loomed against the hills in the horizon, their orangey glow
filtered through the window. He suddenly remembered the majestic window in the
suite next door.
    His one-of a-kind masterpiece was destroyed. An object d’art
which for all intents and purposes, should be hanging safely in an Italian
museum. No, it wasn’t the window. He struggled to remember why he’d fainted. He
grabbed Bice by the shirt. “Did you see her legs?”
    A wave of confusion made its way across his assistant’s
face. “Yeah, I did. I don’t know Harmon, you sure brought back some kind of
freak from that island.”
    “How the hell did she do that?” Harmon cried. “It’s
impossible, do you hear me? Impossible. I saw her legs with my own eyes. They
looked like shark bait, do you hear me?”
    “Calm down. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for it.”
    Bice walked to the window and gazed at the churning ocean
beyond the hills. The sun was now a huge ball of fire, slowly fading behind the
distant waters. There wasn’t a damned explanation for it.
    He too, had seen the girl’s legs during the six days she was
unconscious in the hospital. Which might have been a good thing. He could
imagine the havoc she may have wrecked in the pristine private room Harmon
insisted on. A room for a movie star. Too beautiful for words.
    Harmon leapt from the bed. “Bice, listen to me. Whatever
happened to her legs, must stay between us. If someone were to find out…”
    Bice whirled around and glared at his employer. “What is
this fixation you have with her? You have gone above and beyond normal means
locating her, and bringing her back to the states. Your many attorneys worked
the system, until they found a loophole which would give you guardianship. Why,
Harmon?”
    Harmon looked as if he had been struck by a bolt of
lightening. “Don’t insinuate I have a fixation on her. For God’s sake, I told
you I found her