Ralph approached Piggy:
"Piggy, are you the only one left?"
"There's some littleuns."
"They don't count. No biguns?"
"Samneric. They're collecting wood. Oh… And Aaron. But he's been distant, ever since…"
Ralph whispered something.
Piggy whispered back, "What did you say?"
Ralph spoke up, "Simon." Piggy did not reply, but nodded. They sat and looked at the chief's seat, which means nothing to me. Ever since Simon, I haven't done much. I sit by the sea and converse with Jimmy and Piggy, once in a while.
They keep talking, so I get up. I can't handle all this talk about Simon. Jimmy thinks I'm getting up to come over and play a game. But I'm not. I'm going to our secret place. And Jimmy is with me, talking my ear off. I don't care anymore if Jimmy knows where it is. The first thing he points out is the pig's head.
When we come back the next day, Piggy's glasses are gone.