"I didn't think it would do anything," he protests, concern rapidly morphing into panic as the cameramen scatter like pigeons. It didn't do anything before; he'd just wanted to see if there was any correlation between the electronic beeping and its physical proximity to Daniel, and then trying to test that theory had done the exact opposite.

He withdraws, intending to press himself flat against one of the trees, only to stumble when he glides seamlessly through it instead. "I've only got pieces of who I was - how am I supposed to sort out what means what?"