<strong>Jasmine</strong><br/><br/>She listened as Maria spoke and nodded her head. It could be hard to be young, and being young on an island, pretty much trapped with family was probably harder still. There couldn't be many outlets for the young man and he clearly had a vivid imagination, "Perhaps he should try writing some of his stories as a means of releasing his frustrations. Fantastic as they are they'd probably sell well among the fantasy crowd. I hope whatever has taken Cindy away resolves itself for her, she really seemed to be a sweet girl."<br/><br/>Offering another wan smile she shifted as she rose from the chair she had crumpled in and held the door for Maria, knowing she wanted to leave, "My solitude is all I ask Mrs. Xantelli, "if she was Richard's grandmother she couldn't be anyone else...unless he'd lied about his name, "I just want to be able to grieve in peace and the solitude of your island still seems perfect for that now that you have Richard in hand. I am sorry that I've caused you such trouble tonight, I'm sure you had better things to do than come charging to my rescue, I just didn't know what else to do but to call."<br/><br/>Suddenly she looked weary, bone tired, the stress of the day showing on her face and in the stance of her body. She wanted nothing so much as a warm bath and to slide into her bed, "I don't mean to be rude but I believe I feel a migraine beginning. If it's still there after a bath I may need to seek out the clinic your brochure mentioned and see if your local doctor can write me a prescription. Sleep is usually best for them. Have a good night Mrs Xantelli, and thank you again for your help."