the ocean is so still and quiet i do not think she is well and it makes me sad i think she cries for what is to come
[To Angelfish] i think we should only stay at your family house i do not trust the ocean these days something is not right
[To All the Jakes--because Cris is bad at phones!] will you come fly with me over the sea something seems wrong but i cannot swim so far and back quickly i do not want to go by myself