William misses the broadcast. He's in the forest, walking, climbing, sometimes killing. It doesn't seem like time is passing—feels instead like it's building up, like it'll hit all at once. He sways between listlessness and a furious sense of urgency, as though some kind of wire's been tripped in his head.

His appearance at the gathering is accidental—the landscape shuffles around him, and he emerges from the thick of the trees to a newly hacked clearing. “You made dinner,” he says to Logan, or at least in his vicinity, amused and wondering. It's like wandering onto the set of a play. He finds the pile of food and rummages until he comes out with a small bottle with an angry-looking cartoon pepper on it, adds it to the stash.

Then he sits down in front of the fire. In a second he'll take his hat off. In a second he'll get up and get some food.

In a second, he's asleep.