Moreau sat, staring down at the limpid water with a blank expression on his face. But for him, this was the life! Very little lived in the reservoir, but there was an almost poetic serene-ness to just watching water not move at all. It was almost as good as watching TV static.

He was content to just sit there, as he often did, staring at absolutely nothing for hours on end, when a new sound caught his interest. The creaking of wood on the dock, suggesting a newcomer.

"Oh!" He started, practically rolling onto his feet. "A vis... a visitor!"

Excitement gripped the man as he turned to see who it was. His siblings never visited, though they were always nice when they did, especially Alcina. She was pretty, but not as pretty as Mother-

But to his surprise, it was not a face he recognized. The vague amalgamation of a man paused, surprised.

"Who... Who are... are you?" He asked, tilting his head.