The beach was long, stretching for miles and miles and the edge never seeming any closer no matter how far Dan wandered. The crashing sound of the waves was the only noise here. It could be considered peaceful and meditative, were it not for the knowledge that he was inside the mind of someone "dangerous."
The sand made a satisfying crunch underfoot as he wandered along by the water accompanying the frustratingly slow progress well. At the first consideration of turning around or changing direction, that's when Dan spotted something new on the beach.
A man was kneeling just away from the lapping waves in the sand, his back was to Dan and he appeared to be cradling something to himself, he rocked back and forward on his knees. The man was nude from the waist up, short jagged brown hair whipped into a shape by sea water and prevailing wind. A ripped and tattered jumpsuit covered his legs and lower half, worn and soleless boots clad his feet.