everyone's out crabbing, or something. what i know is they went off to the lighthouse to get mussels and they'll be using them to catch crabs. in light of their decision, i've decided to stay here. something about having a whole bucketful dumped on my back when i was younger created an irrational fear. the part it being an irrational fear is the fact that it never actually happened. it was a dream. so i'm staying at the house because i don't like crabs.