The day was cloudy and stormy. Moreau prefers this kind of weather; no sun to burn his sensitive skin, no fishermen to bother him. However, he dislikes storms. He’s surprised to see a small boat on his reservoir. It’s been months since the last fishermen. He watches a person fishing from the boat. A humming noise comes from below the boat. Moreau nervously watches the person, finding them beautiful. He wonders what it would be like to be an attractive human and be loved.