Anthony had been halfway up the rise off the beach when he’d noticed the old man standing there, staring across the beach with a look of fright. His face was covered with stubble and his clothes were wrinkled, as if he’d been sleeping in them. Probably another boater that got stuck on the island. Now he sees that weird bubble, and he’s freaking out. He’d motioned for Cortez to come over before moving closer. He’d kept a wary eye on the man, who continued to stare vacantly off in the distance, as if he didn’t see them at all. 