It might be the sound of the water, or the wind, or the mixture of both that startles him awake. He pushes himself up onto his elbows, looking around with a dazed look of confusion. He pushes himself up to his feet, stumbling against the wind. There is a less than graceful spin as he turns. His eyes are drawn up to the lighthouse and the setting sun.

Being the king of bad life choices, John turns to walk opposite of the lighthouse. His hands are buried deep in his pockets and shoulders up as the wind bites.