Thirsty for a dusting this parched store located in the farthest corner of the shoreline where no one has visited in well over a decade, two old ladies sit upon rocking chairs watching the sea calmly sway back and forth from its porch. A trio of cats dancing around their feet as they watch eagerly for their next treasure to wash up.

A small oxidised pendant hides itself within the soft snowy sand. Eunice jumps out of her chair and runs towards the find, her Birkenstocks smacking against the creaking wood as her creaking bones push her forwards. She struggles to bend down to grab the pendant so enlists the help of her wife Marjory who offers her a garbage picker. She picks the pendant up with the long grabber and takes the pendant in her leathered palm. Just another treasure to lock behind their store, their homely treasure chest.