Kyle nods, his eyes being drawn back to the skull again. "No. No, it isn't." He crosses his arms, cupping his elbows, and frowns lightly at the grim spectre encrusted with jewels in its nest of cloth.

He opens his mouth to say It's creepy, and instead says, "It's lonely." He starts slightly, surprised at himself, but it's true - standing on this beach it feels like perhaps the only people left in the world are Prior and himself.

"I wish we could go back. To being kids, I mean. Even when it was crazy at least I had friends I could count on."