Dear heavens, there's another man which looks like me. And our home down on the island's half completed. The beach house is wholly finished, and I've got my last descendant looking after it with his friend. Figure that a boy with OCD worse than mine and another with a warm heart won't ruin the place wholly and entirely, despite the predisposition of 20-somethings. Will's got less work as of late, so we should invite him over for tea... well, despite the fact that none of us drink it. Speaking of drinking, we should be well stocked. I've found a blood bank what's run by a benign vampire. I've noticed that we've only gotten exhausted when we're hungry and think about hunting. I propose we stay in tonight. I've got a great deal of nervous energy.