Smirking to himself, he stood by the seawall with a wide stance and arms firmly crossed over his chest in a most satisfied manner as the truck rumbled down the road, smoke billowing from its tailpipe. "That television is merely a temporary distraction, a siren's call that distracts you from the real meaning of life," Daniel Gregg muttered to himself. "If I were still alive," he began, but paused looking back toward the lights there in the parlor of Gull Cottage. He stopped himself, shaking his head slowly. "Yet, if I were alive, in fact, none of them would be here at all. It's a wonder that we're together in any fashion. Is it so very wrong for me to want them to do more than stare at that blasted flickering screen? To want them to be part of my life, or at least what remains of life?"
His thoughts of how he wished his world, his 'family' would be working filled his mind, as he paced back and forth. His stalking in front of the seawall paused when the Captain heard the phone ringing. "Blast!" he shouted, moving quickly and slamming a hand on top of the pillar by the gate, "I would have hoped that Henry, that TV repair person would have taken the hint to be gone." Listening carefully he sighed, "$18 portal to portal, what an effrontery! Why in all the heavens is it so very difficult to get her to pay attention? Garrah!" he grumbled. 'But no matter the explanation, no doubt, she'll find a way to disagree,' he thought as he disappeared to join her in the entryway...