Mid-day on the deserted private island that Taylor and his parents are now stranded on since the incident. The sun is high in the cloudless sky.
The heat and humidity can be seen in the air as still pudgy Taylor is turning over rocks while his thinning parents watch on in the shade, inside a shallow rock cave.
His father is sharpening a stick, exhaustion bags under his bloodshot eyes, and an unclean beard.
Papa Tay: "It's been 10 days since we became stranded, and it's because of him. If that wasn't enough, he snuck away while we were sleeping and ate the little food we had found that was left by the party cruise. We could've survived if he just.."
The disgruntled father grips the pointed stick tightly and Mama Tay looks down at the sand.
