An island of pure white seen from afar in the shape of a fan. The closer you get, the more white you see. More and more white until... you see a brownish-white spot on the ground. On the beach of the island, there is a body laying down on the burning, rougher than ever seen before sand. Waves crash into that body without mercy or rest. Near that body a little white crabs with 4 little "scissors" approaches the body and tries snipping it. Richard:[What hap-] As he starts thinking about that, all the memories from last night rush in his mind and he stops himself from asking that question.