<strong>Katy, alone in the kitchen, day 2</strong><br/><br/>Katy looked in the refrigerator and pantry, familiarizing herself with the layout of the kitchen in the process.  The night before, Mike had taken care of dinner, so she didn't know where anything was yet.  In the corner, on a small built-in desk made of granite, there was a computer set up.  It was supposed to be so that they could order supplies that would be delivered to them once every two weeks by boat, she remembered that from the instructions they'd been given.  Everything would be left at the boathouse.<br/><br/>The kitchen seemed to be well-stocked, filled with tropical fruits and vegetables.  She found packages of meat, all labeled neatly, dated with a black marker.  Recipe books with instructions on how to make everything from cocktails to meals to freshly-baked breads lined a bookshelf above the desk.<br/><br/>She pulled out a basket filled with eggs and a package of ham.  Digging in the refrigerator, she found a block of cheese, and by the time Mike returned, she was finishing up making omelets for them both.  She'd considered cooking breakfast for Beth and Sean, too, but she wasn't sure where they were and none of them had fallen into schedules and routines yet.<br/><br/>When she heard footsteps sound behind her, she turned from the stove and flashed a smile.  "I was just finishing up.  The others aren't back yet."