“I’m pretty sure I don’t see a glowing person, Horace,” I said.

He nodded, slowly, his eyes still focused somewhere out there, away from me.

“But there are some cute ducks,” I added with a dry chuckle, knowing my attempt to add some levity wouldn’t penetrate. Horace wasn’t paying me any mind whatsoever. If it weren’t for the look on his face, I wouldn’t of minded. I would have just gone back to reading my book. “Maybe we should just go back now,” I said.

Instead of answering, Horace reached out a hand as if he were reaching for something.