Kile sat quietly on the edge of the main deck with two letters in his hand.  One of them was crisp and formal, printed on clean, white paper.  The other was a hand-written note hastily scribbled on a stained, crinkly piece of notebook paper.  The waters lapped gently along the shoreline and made soft splashing noises against the pylons of the small deck of his island home.  He stared out at the crystal blue ocean, biting his bottom lip.  His watch alarm began to beep, reminding him of his appointment.  He shook his head after a moment and stood up, switching the alarm off.  He shuffled back into the living room of his home and left both letters on the coffee table.  He continued through the living room area to the door that led out to the covered walkway to the bedrooms.  He passed the first door off of the walkway and stopped at the second door to the bedroom at the end.  "[color=00a651]Better make sure this place is all set first[/color]," he murmured to himself as he unlocked the door.  He pushed it open and switched the lights on.  
	The room was a decent size and was very comfortable with an airy feel.  He wandered through the room, inspecting it for excessive dust and any insects that may have ventured in.  He also checked the walls and corners to make sure there was no worrying condensation.  All the lights worked.  The small desk against the outer wall was neat and tidy.  He smoothed down the sheets on the bed; adjusted the large, colorful rug on the floor.  The bathroom was already in order.  Then he stepped out and locked the door.  He tucked the keys into his pocket and walked to his own bedroom.  He changed into a clean set of clothes and checked his appearance. 
	He had just turned twenty-two, but already he had dark circles forming beneath his dark blue eyes.  His naturally, lightly tanned skin was smooth and healthy.  He fixed his messy black hair as best he could.  "[color=00a651]Good enough[/color]," he murmured.  He adjusted his open, grass-green colored, short-sleeved button-down shirt across his shoulders and smoothed down the white T-shirt he was wearing beneath it.  He checked to make sure he had his wallet, keys, and phone secured in the pockets of his khaki cargo shorts and then slid into a pair of dark brown sandals.  He stepped out of his bedroom, locked the door, and made his way through the house, latching the doors as he went.  He locked the front doors and walked the long walkway to the steps down to the beach.  
	The train station was on the other side of the island, but he had borrowed his friend's truck for the weekend.  So he climbed up into the cab of the dark red vehicle and started the engine.  He took a deep breath.  It would be the first time in several months that anyone had come to stay with him for an extended period of time.  [i]Hopefully it's a good kid[/i], he thought to himself.  He put the vehicle in gear and drove the thirty minutes across the island to the main village.  
	The village was very built up and focused around the constant tourist traffic.  Hotel resorts sprawled along the boardwalk along with a variety of shops and small restaurants.  The train station was built up to allow for a bridge to cross the wide band of water that separated the two expanses of land.  
	Kile parked in the paved parking lot just at the base of the station's stairs and got out.  He tugged out the large, spiral notebook he had tossed onto the passenger seat last minute and scrawled -[i][b]ELIJAH MENDEZ[/b][/i]- on one of the blank pages.  He leaned against the front of the truck with the notebook held up so that those coming down the steps could see the name as they passed and waited patiently.