Ah, quiet. Thornton had gathered his supplies and taken up a spot near the edge of the garden, within view of the beach. Setting up his easel and his paints, he scanned the scene in front of him for something to paint.

He was pretty sure he'd seen Adelaide head down that way earlier, and who knew where Nowell was, so Thornton figured he would occupy his alone time with some art. Music was for later, once Addie was back. Eyes resting on a section of beach peppered with umbrellas, Thornton began work on his canvas.