Once upon a time there was a boy named Macintosh. He built the bridge from our tiny island resort to the city but he could not cross because there was always a steady stream of customers. But on his 18th birthday his father finally let him cross, he was so filled with excitement he ran out the door and crossed the bridge. He ran till he finally reached...nothing just space! He was confused then suddenly a man appeared and said "Hello". "Where did you come from?' said Macintosh. The man grew angry "Nowhere!". The boy was never seen again.