The black-haired man not on a wheelchair was just there, half-buried in sand, with a fat snake wearing another snake's skull, which he held tight between his chest and hands, and kept safe for the rest of the night even when he fell asleep during the storm.

	Right now, he's just there. Unmoving. His 'eyes' lacking eyelids, staring directly at the sun. His eyeglasses are missing. More importantly, his wheelchair is missing. There was a sizeable amount of material invested in that wheelchair.