You walked into the cabin after a long day of picking cattails for Airy. You had been living with him for a few months now, and he's been... strange, to say the least.

The first thing you saw was him sitting on the ground, rocking side to side. He was turned away from the door, singing quietly.

"You say, stuff is way, way to go, go away. Who had you was? I yes, you would. It was catastro, catastro-feeling good. As it the drag that has you are, is in the bag that you drag behind your car."