( There's warm sunlight, but it's impossible to feel against his clothes and skin. That's also where this person -- who may be a monster, but who is seemingly a kind monster -- is undoubtedly wrong. )

I didn't have control over the beach...o-over being here. Before...I did. That was my fault.

( There's a harsh nag that enters his head. He's recreated Jenn's voice on instinct, whispering into his ear with intensity. We can't trust strangers. Don't tell them unnecessary information. He has been talking a lot, even though this stranger is egging him on. )

Who are you? Wh-What kind of...what are you?