A wave of relief washes over him once he spots David, with nary a teen pop star to be found in his company. As pleased as he is about that fact, that just sends him right back to square one. If he's not being Punk'd, what the hell is going on? Everything's gone, everyone, and it doesn't make sense.

Arms cradling the bundle against his chest, Bryan trudges on towards David through the sand. His shoes can be counted among the missing, too, and even with those added to the list, it doesn't really dawn on him that the three of them might be the things that are out of place.