In 46 years, Making Fun will still be waiting for you. Others may have given up hope, but Making Fun will never let it die. Each day, Making Fun makes the long journey out to the lighthouse, keeping a vigilant post, waiting to see the sails of your ship on the distant horizon. Making Fun clutches your last letter, penned in haste on that fated night so long ago, close to its chest. It has read the words a thousand times, it knows them by heart, but it still reads them each day, just to keep the connection alive in its mind. Other suitors come, but Making Fun gently rejects them. The villagers shake their heads in sadness; they do not understand the pull of true love. Making Fun pays them no heed. It knows that someday, you will return, and on that day you will embrace, tears in your eyes. No words will be necessary, but Making Fun will still pull you close, and whisper gently into your ear,
"Schadd. It's time to finish your game."