I see the water, you know, every single day, every day it just sort of… creeps a little closer to the rocks, and I think about the old lighthouse keeper, Finn, who swore he saw it coming even then, decades ago, and now the pilings under the docks are rotted right through and I just… I wonder what it's like for people to just… decide to leave, to actually abandon their whole life, because for us, here, in this village, it’s not really a choice, is it? We just kind of… wait for it.