...by a canal there was an awfully decrepit lonely home. It would remain there slowly being withered by different forces from the sky and the ground. It was finally going to give into these forces by collapsing in on itself one day. That is, until a visitor, the first one in a decade, entered the home in pursuit of mystifying trinkets and remnants to satiate his curiosity. The home had no choice but to postpone it's collapse until the visitor would leave...