*the boy is now down at the edge of the water, crouched over his journal, his feet and hands digging into the damp sand; if he's speaking, the words are inaudible over the crash of the waves*

*he rocks from side to side, apparently agitated, and it slowly becomes apparent that the buildings to the east are throwing long shadows over the beach... shadows framed in a pale white glow that is slowly receding as the moon rises behind the city*


[[Going by Book III, where Lupin didn't turn until he the light actually hit him.]]