But there is no one else here. One single set of footprints are the only ones washed away by the waves behind him- not that he has looked back in some time. He keeps his eyes on the line of the horizon ahead of him, looking for any sign of anything that might be new and provide some sort of insight-

("You get into trouble and you do not ever stop and you keep on getting hurt and you do not do anything about it-")

But there was nothing. Nothing but the sand, sea and line of waves.

Maybe he should have listened to Jack.

("And even if you are prepared to face the consequences of your actions, you have no guarantee that the consequences will be what you expect. No guarantee whatsoever.")

He frowns, hands clenching at his sides-