Jacob with X-ray eyes or skin. Dark shadows hint at the tired eye; poor guy is trapped in the movie, can't get out. Dogs are barking, it is the end of day, and Dinner is cooling somewhere. The bees are heading home for the night. He hears something, sounds like a car, or a telephone, or a single bee, over the horizon, a single tone that is a tune, pausing and breaking to two monotone syllables that repeat over and over, like his name. Zzzzz-zzz. ZZZZZZ-ZZZZ.