Martha Lynn was exhausted, she had left home that morning at 3:00 AM to take a cab to the airport, in order to be there two hours before the scheduled departure time of 6:00 AM.  Air Canada left at such ungodly hours to head west.  It was going to be a milk run for her, Saskatoon, to Calgary, to Vancouver, to Seattle, and then finally on to Hawaii.<br/><br/>This was a vacation she had dreamed of her whole adult life.  For years, the Canadian dollar, just wasn't worth enough against the American greenback, and that made the vacation just way out of hand, cost wise.  Now, after all the years of dreaming, and saving, and reading travel books, she was going to Hawaii.<br/><br/>As she sat in the departure lounge, nursing the last cup of Tim Horton's coffee she would drink in a month, she wondered what glorious things she would find in Hawaii.  Friends told her to go on a tour, and she would sign up for day trips to see certain things, but for the most part, she wanted to explore on her own.  Her carry on bulged with the new camera she had purchased, and she was looking forward to getting some memorable photos.<br/><br/>Finally her flight was called, and it seemed she no sooner had boarded the plane, and dug out her romance novel she had saved for the trip, that she was landing in Calgary.  She barely made it to her connecting flight in time, and once again, the short flight to Vancouver seemed hardly worth getting engrossed in her novel.<br/><br/>She cleared customs and immigration in Vancouver, without a hitch, and waited for her flight to Seattle to be called.  The trip to Seattle was just as uneventful as the previous flights.  She left the small plane, and walked into SeaTac, looking forward to the longer flight.  Perhaps she could nap on the plane.<br/><br/>She arrived in Hawaii, in the evening hours, and collected her luggage.  The travel agent had told her she could catch the shuttle bus to her hotel.  That suited her just fine, she didn't want the hassle of trying to find her way in a strange city on so little sleep.  She found the shuttle bus, and the driver loaded her luggage, and she got on, and sat down with a sigh.  "Finally, I'm here!" she thought to herself.<br/><br/>The drive to the hotel, was pretty, and she enjoyed looking at the sites.  She was going to have a grand time exploring, she could feel that right off.  As she got off the bus at the hotel, there were porters there to collect her luggage, and that of the other guests on the bus.  She walked slowly into the lobby of the hotel.<br/><br/>She stood behind a gentleman, who was also checking in.  He was about her age, perhaps a bit older, and appeared to be travelling alone, as well.  He signed in, and picked up his bag, and turned.  She smiled at him, and the smile he gave her in return, was dazzling.  "Goodness, he's handsome," she thought to herself.  He walked toward the elevator, and she stepped up to the desk, and spoke to the clerk, giving her name.  He gave her the key card to her room, on the fifth floor, and told her that her luggage would be delivered shortly.  She thanked him, and turned to walk over to the bank of elevators, and found the handsome gentleman, waiting there.<br/><br/>"Hello," she said to him.  "Are you here on business or pleasure?  I've planned this trip for decades, it seems, and I can't believe I'm finally here!"  She realized she was babbling, so she stopped talking, and allowed him to answer.<br/><br/>They stepped on to the same elevator car, and both of them reached for the button to take them to the fifth floor of the hotel, fingers brushing as they did.  She let her hand linger, just a bit, and looked at him, really for the first time.  "I'm in 510.  You?"