Kicking a few pebbles around the lawn and killing time is what we all seems to be doing at the moment .
You will think we are used to dead ends by now but everytime hurts like a bitch . Where do we get this damn saint from ? Dig out his grave and ask for answers ? Everything is wrong . Me , us , this island , this mystery , just everything.
I was under the impression I will enjoy this puzzle though it's frustrating as ever . It is taking it's toll on all of us these days . We try to maintain a calm and teasing atmosphere but somehwere in the back of our mind , this stays making it impossible to get annoyed .
