“Ehh.” Cooper shrugged. “The company credit card has insurance for collisions and washing out with the tide. Or at least I hope it does, you know, like with your rental car.”<br/><br/>With his free hand he offered to unburden Sarah of her shopping bags before they set off down the dock. The feeling of strolling back to the resort, holding Sarah’s hand and ambling their way along, was so relaxing, so natural, that it wasn’t until they reached the gate that he remembered how tight the security around the compound was. Cooper blinked and looked over the wall that bulged out from the base of the cliff he had forgotten.<em>Dammit. Didn’t plan for this part, did you?</em><br/><br/>It was damnably well built, that was for sure. Smooth white stone curved to the cliff walls on either side. In the center was a wooden door, banded with iron and dark with age. Above that was a gleaming black hemisphere of glass - a camera, he hoped - and to one side a grille of what looked for all the world like brass.<br/><br/>“Dang,” Cooper muttered. “Hope I won’t have to sword-fight our way back up to the castle. I left my rapier back in the room.” There was a large white button beneath the brass grille. He jabbed it with his elbow, held it for a second or two, then bent to speak into the mesh. “Uh … Hi. Mel? It’s Sarah and Cooper, at the dock. Took a boat back from town, see, and now we’re at the gate down here.”