* ConcernedAlligator looks out to the sea. He bends down on one knee and brushes his hand across the wet sand. It feels like he's done this before. Deja vu strikes him particularly hard as his fingers catch a tiny crab
* ConcernedAlligator looks at it as it crawls away. He lifts his eyes, and finds an old house on the shore. Torqouise blue in color, two stories with white accents and black shingles. The paint looks chipped , old, even from a distance
* ConcernedAlligator walks towards it, realizing to his right is an open sea, to his left is an unclimable cliff, towering what must be hundreds of meters tall, and behind him is endless shoreline.
* ConcernedAlligator walks. Feeling the sand depress with each step, the sun's warmth, filtered through giant white clouds, a salty breeze hitting his skin. Despite the dreamy surroundings, it feels like a dream. The house is now only a few dozen meters from him. The tide is rising, now only a few meters from the porch. It looks like the house will become inundated with sea water soon. Probably the reason the paint is in such terrible condition. It's a wonder the building hasn't collapsed.
* ConcernedAlligator plants his feet in front of the porch, looking at the stairs. Somehow, he knows the first step will give in. A light kick confirms his suspicions. He walks up the porch, starting on the second step. His heart beats faster as his hand touches the rusted door knob. The waves now lap at the broken first step. He turns the knob, with the knowledge it turns counter clockwise.
* ConcernedAlligator opens the door. And he stands in awe. Inside he sees an endless hallway, also painted torqouise, with white crown molding on the top and bottom. Every few meters led to another hallway running perpendicular
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He looks behind him, and he sees the tide has reached the front porch. He turns back, steps forward, and closes the door. There is no running back now.