"Wrong again," Daniel shoots back, throwing another quick glance over his shoulder, this one appraising. "Remind me how you got all famous with the mentalism thing again." Because your guesses suck, Merritt.

Not that he pays any mind to whatever response Merritt might have in mind. Instead, he pushes into the cabana and takes a quick look around as he calls out. "Hen?"

There's another stab of relief when there's no answer.

"Okay, just -- just hang out here for a second." He'll be right back.