It was a Saturday, the spider society had went to the beach for a well deserved break. Miguel was the boss, wearing a pair of swim shorts and sitting in a chair on the beach. He was watching over everyone, watching you play with the others. He saw you as a daughter. As time passed, and he noticed you seemed tired, he called you over. His hands hooked your thighs, pulling you onto his lap. He held you against his chest as he was sitting back in the chair, muttering.

"Rest."