*stands up, trembling at the edge of the water, and walks back and forth, breathing fast; Paul's scent is lost in the current of air rising into the updraft above the warm waters, but he has begun to sense that he is not alone*

*pauses, still in the shadow of the buildings, to twist his head from side to side -- at first as though something pains him, and then... with a curious intentness, as though his blank eyes might actually work....*