As he rushed forward, Lawrence couldn't help but look back toward the direction Martha's voice had come from.
However, apart from the dense fog that lingered around Dagger Island, he saw nothing—the voice seemed to resonate directly in his mind, urging him again and again to leave this island, to return to the White Oak, to... leave this place, head for Frost.
Martha was, of course, not here.
But Lawrence still believed it was some kind of guidance from beyond—perhaps from his faith, or perhaps from his subconscious, where unnoticed clues and intuition were directing him, pointing out a way out of this predicament.
