Cast shined the flashlight in her face, then screamed, jumping back. He fell onto his butt, his flashlight shining on him. He looked about 16, and was African-American. His skin as dark as mocha. His black hair was short and wavy. His eyes were a soft hazel. The scab on his left cheek was obvious, and stood out on his face. His orange Camp Half-Blood shirt stood out as well. He grabbed his flashlight, standing back up. "Sorry, sorry. Yes, I'm lost. Can you point me in the direction of Long Island?"