My guess was that these bees had come from inside the earth.
Jacob, in distorted view, looks up, as he often does. Sky still there? Check. Moon still there? Check. Me still here? Check. Let's move on, he says to himself.
Through the Earth and Beyond:
Someone is watching with him, through a pair of cross-time eyes that strangely resemble those of his grandfather, James Hive-Maker, as Hive-Maker will appear at a singular moment in the (at that time) future life of Zoltan Abbassid.
At the end of this vision, Jacob finds himself walking again in a dark world, heading inexorably towards someplace that he cannot name, a planet with a waiting victim.