Sitting on the beach, he stares out at the ocean. It's noon, or thereabouts. He observes the waves as the ocean rolls in and draws out again like the deep, gentle breathing of a giant. The rhythm lulls him in the heat of the day, as his mind starts to wander. How long has he been here now? He's completely lost track of time, he's not even sure he can remember his own name. What was it again? Didn't it start with a J? Joe,...