Hurley swung his golf club at random pieces of debris, watching how they sprang out of the way, almost as if they had a life of their own. He was bored. He had not seen a single trace of either Claire or Ethan the whole time and he was starting to feel sure that he would not see either of them for the whole time they were looking.

He liked the rocks the best. They made a clinking sound when he hit them.