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rocks. That one critical piece of technology served as her lifeline to Jason, alarm clock, camera, music source, and countless other daily utilities. Matt destroyed all her fertility data without any remorse: the ovulation tracking, records of doctor's appointments, menstrual data the doctors always wanted, test results, temperature checks, and everything else that made her hands curl into shaking fists.
    All she could do was wait for high tide to take the remains away.
    "Oops, I meant to get it in the water," Matt said. "You needed a new one anyway, and Jason will bring it at the end of the week."
    Mystified at his attempt to diffuse the situation by mixing sarcasm with twisted logic, Rose asked how she would call Jason. Matt arched an eyebrow, and the clicking sound from his watch band's clasp snapping against metal grated against her raw nerves.
    "There is no need to call Jason while you are with me," he said. He pointed to the house phone in the kitchen, and instructed her to dial zero to get the resort operator if she needed something. Matt also mentioned a block on long distance calls. "So if you want to call the police and tell them I bought you a new phone to replace the one I broke, then go right ahead."
    Click. Click.
    "Rose, it was an outdated piece of junk," Matt said. "Stop being so upset, and look at where you are."
    Matt's manicured fingers resembled those of a classically trained pianist as they appeared next to her painted toenails. He scooped up the keys and lipstick into her bag before handing it to her. The peace offering was enough to follow him back into the great room out of the bright sunlight.
    Her eyes dimly adjusted to the darker environment to realize they weren't alone. An intimidating stranger towered over the kitchen counter, chopping vegetables with a knife that looked like it could slice through bone. Matt introduced him as Mikhel, and explained he would prepare all their meals. Mikhel's thick goatee widened with a smile before asking Rose what kind of sushi she preferred. She explained she didn't like raw fish. Mikhel's grin disappeared.
    "So… is chicken teriyaki okay?" Mikhel's enormous hand popped a carrot slice into his mouth. Rose nodded, and Mikhel explained he had no problem preparing it but he was a sushi chef. Matt said something about she would probably tire of the same dinner in a few days, and how she should learn to expand her tastebuds.
    Sushi served as a connecting bond between Matt and Jason. Both regularly engaged in significant conversation about raw fish. They compared notes from whatever restaurants they individually attended, which pieces they enjoyed, and argued about the next sushi bar to try whenever Matt was next in town. Rose couldn't stand the stuff, and Jason learned early on not to force it after presenting her with a piece of octopus on a date. He called it something else, but Rose couldn't get the vivid image of the eight-legged sea creature out of her head. It revolted her so much that she excuse herself to find the restaurant's bathroom. As with video games and dub step, sushi defined her as an outsider to the friendship between the two men.  
    Rose thought she saw Mikhel wink and slide an end of a carrot stick in and out of his mouth before biting it. Flustered by the perceived grotesque gesture, she pivoted on her heel and walked to meet Matt dragging her roll-aboard down a short hallway into another room.
    "This is your bedroom." He placed her suitcase just inside the doorway against the wall, and it took her a moment to notice the bare hinges. She looked at the adjoining bathroom. Sure enough, someone also removed the door there.
    "Matt, there isn't a door on the bathroom," she said. "And what is this about 'my' bedroom?"
    "I had the doors removed from all the rooms except my bedroom," he replied, maintaining the same cold tone. "They cut off the flow of the house. You don't need them anyway. Go shower up and get ready for dinner. We'll talk about it