A Cry For Help

A sudden breeze snatches the page from your hands before you read the rest of the message. "No, no, no," you plead as the wind sweeps the page dangerously close to the tideline.

You race after the message but Mother Nature is too fast. The page hits the sand just as an incoming wave rushes over it. You lift it out of the water and return to your beach chair as fast as you can.

Blotting the paper with your towel wasn't much help. Most of the ink slurs unintelligibly. Parts are missing completely. The few surviving fragments chill you to the core despite the sunshine.

After the phrase you'll never forget, you make out the following:

My name is J

trapped here... months

before he comes back

Tell my ??? I love...

Him? Her? Them? You hate the pun but you're dying to know the answer.

Your heart races. Someone was abducted. But who? And from where? Most importantly, where are they now?

There are so many computations, it's almost overwhelming to consider it all. But you can't resist a puzzle - and solving this mystery might save someone's life!

You've seen enough TV shows to know that the letter and bottle hold key evidence. Careful to handle it as little as possible, you take a picture of everything, then wrap a towel around it and head for the reception desk to enlist help.

What happens next?