"Izzy?" He stumbled over her name, and he looked around frantically because surely there was an explanation, surely she had just wandered off because people didn't just disappear. "Izzy!" Louder now, a yell, but no one looked, no one heard, and maybe he had disappeared too. He looked down but he could see his hands, his legs, his torso, but maybe it was all a hallucination, maybe he was just seeing what he wanted to see.
But how do you prove that you're real?
He stood there for a moment, breathing hard, before he remembered the sand. Wes had felt it. He looked around, this time looking for something to break. There. Next to the front desk was a table with a pitcher of iced tea. He stormed over to it, aiming for the paper cups next to it and with a forceful swipe of his hand, he sent them tumbling to the floor. It had taken too much effort and it wasn't a feat of strength to be proud of but it was something. What else. Someone had their ID on the counter, and he pushed that off too, then a pen. There was a woman standing in line with a brochure and he pulled it from her hand and tossed it.
There. There was a stir, a murmur amongst the few guests in the lobby, and no one saw him but it was enough for now. He could still affect things in this world. He stood there, watching them and breathing hard, suddenly exhausted.