I tried to talk to the old man. "What are you looking for?", I asked him. He is in front of me but looks over my shoulder and doesn't answer. I have been feeling colder and colder since I arrived on the island, and that is not a good sign. I keep turning around as if there is someone following us. Whoever it is, whatever it is, I just hope he doesn't want to hurt me. On the ground in this abandoned place is a lot of stuff. I seem to see something strange in this old print of the Island.