John wakes to the sound of waves crashing against rock, an angry cacophony created in time with the cold howling wind that tears at his clothes. He lays sprawled on an uneven rocky surface, the top of a cliff that cascades down into the raging ocean. Just a few yards to his left, at the end of a short outcropping of land, stands a tall lighthouse, its beacon already shining as the sun begins to set behind them, disappearing behind a sea of trees.