In the days that followed, Nude was no longer at one with his environment.
He was now burdened with the need to explain what could not be explained to those who would never understand.
With the air heavy and his instincts dulled by the preoccupation of his thoughts, he failed to heed the warning silence of a normally busy afternoon.
With a gasp and a grunt he was wrestled to the ground.
A sting in his skin and he was released.
He reeled around to stare into the eyes of familiar uniformed figures.
The sudden weight of his head plunged him face down into sand denying him protest or the right of a farewell glance at his island...