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    That same morning, Janet Brown registered herself at the receptionist at the Sipadan Island Resort.  The place was quiet.  Only a few other tourists were seen talking in the resort restaurant.  Janet walked to an empty seat at one corner of the restaurant.  She ordered her favourite drink, Cappucino and sat down.  Waiting, she scanned the horizon.  The beach was white and the sea so calm.  Such a beautiful place, she thought.  David was right.  If only David was here with her, she thought again.  As she watched the seagulls, her mind drifted back to England.  They had planned the trip together but fate interfered.  David was killed in an accident a week before their trip.  This trip is for David, she reminded herself.  She finished her drink, got up and walked to her chalet.  
    The sun was setting down when she reached her chalet which was about one hundred meters from the beach.  It was an inverted V-shaped house on stilts a meter high, with just a door in front and a window at the back.  A traditional wooden stairs leads to the front veranda.  A few coconut trees surrounding the chalet swayed in the evening breeze and the sounds of cicadas greeted her arrival.  Not a human sound was heard, only the trees, wind and the cicadas.  Janet loved the peaceful and serenity of the place.  

    As she approached the chalet, tears rolled down her cheek.  She missed David.  She climbed up the steps and entered the chalet.  There was a singles bed on the left side and a small table and chair on the right.  She placed her bag on the table and lowered herself onto the bed and lied down.  A little dust in the air told her the presence of a ray of light, beaming down to one corner of the chalet from a hole in the thatched roof.  She watched the light, the dust dancing and darting in and out of the path reappearing at another section of the ray.  Slowly, the dancing images began to transform and take shape.  She saw her England, then her David, as always the beautiful smile was there.  He was smiling at her, still laying there hypnotized by his presence.  Slowly she could see the whole of him and as she watched him waving at her, she felt as if she was on a bus moving away from him further and further away until she could see him no more but the beach, the coconut trees, the sea and the seagulls.  As she drifted into sleep, she saw herself flying with the seagulls.