‘Whoa,’ he said, ‘steady.’

She looked to the door, tightly closed, and strode over to it. Pulling the handle, she yanked it open and stared in disbelief.

‘How did you get in here?’ she asked.

‘The door was open – you shouldn’t leave it open if you’re sleeping. You were out cold, anyone could have walked in here and taken anything.’ As if to prove his point, he got up and walked to his nightstand, checking the pile of money that he kept in the drawer.

‘It wasn’t open,’ she said. She pushed the door closed, more firmly than was necessary, and turned to face Tommy. ‘It wasn’t open. I was locked in, I couldn’t get out.’ Suddenly she recalled her mobile. ‘Do you have my phone? I can’t find it.’

He stopped counting the euro notes in his hand and looked at her. ‘The door was open, it wasn’t closed. You weren’t locked in.’ He shook his head. ‘Wait, you’ve lost your phone?’

It struck her then, a realisation, a certainty, and despite knowing what Tommy’s response would be, she voiced her concern.

‘I’m being targeted,’ she said, and her voice trembled with emotion. ‘Someone’s after me.’

She watched him carefully. He held her gaze for a moment, then averted his eyes. He scratched at his head.

‘I don’t know what you want me to say,’ he replied, and his tone was weary, as though he’d heard it all before.

‘Too much has happened, Tommy.’ She moved over to him at speed, sat beside him on the bed. She hated the plea in her voice, but he had to know, had to understand that this wasn’t in her mind. ‘It’s the second time in days I’ve been locked in; look what happened to my hair, the attack on deck…’ She trailed off as something else occurred to her. ‘That sleep, just now.’ She stood up, wrapped her arms around herself. ‘That wasn’t normal. Oh my God!’ She dragged her fingers down her cheeks. ‘I was drugged.’

Tommy laughed. ‘You’re obviously not getting to grips with the locks,’ he said. ‘It’s all right, it’s a new place, locks and key cards and all sorts of security.’ Noticing her expression, he pushed on hurriedly. ‘I just think you’re anxious; it’s your first cruise and I admit the thought of being out in the middle of the ocean can be daunting.’ Awkwardly, he put one arm around her. ‘You just need to get a good rest and start over again tomorrow.’