Jacob's foot comes into full frame (again the floating camera following his brown shoes) kicking something right in front of him idly (he doesn't feel the impact, it is just a game for him, but that little ectoplasm perched on his steel toe, enjoying the local static charge building up from the constant rub of Jacob's walk on the desert carpet, has to hold on to dear life, arms all the upper shoe, fingers holding on in the deep ridges of the soles beneath, where they are somewhat protected from the pressure of his step.).