Walt started up the grassy hill to the golf course, moping. "Why's my dad always gotta be so mean?" he spat. "I can do just as much as he can. Why do I always gotta be put somewhere safe?" He shook his head, staring at his feet. "Man, it just ain't –"

He stopped when he saw something at his feet. It was a pair of tinted sunglasses. He picked them up and examined them.

Obviously, Sawyer was no longer at the beach.