Neal hears the bell, but doesn't particularly notice it. He's moved on to fractionally darker lines, constructing the view from 1306's front porch, pointed toward the water. A glimpse of the lighthouse over trees, a peak of the ocean. Still mostly abstract, but recognizable.

He glances over when Malcolm comes back, distracted, sees the food--it smells good, it smells amazing, but there's something more important going on right now to focus on. Back to the page.