"People aren't--?" Jay snaps, incredulous. (But that's not really genuine, is it? The surprise, the offense at the idea that people won't take you seriously.) "If there's nothing out there, then how do you explain the--the other people? All the stories, they--they line up, Tim. It's not--"

Something catches his eye, and he halts, leaves rustling underfoot as he turns to face it.

It's...

He squints into the darkness, waiting for motion.

There's something. He saw something.

Right?

Nothing moves. Nothing changes.

He's just not ready to look away yet.