Les' connection with Moira dwindles as it zips through the woods, around and around trees and shrubs, until they are almost too the edge of the sea again, and Les frowns as he continues to keep up. He doesn't even know where Moira could be trapped way out here. There's nothing but the forest and the rocky coast. Despite his best efforts, he can't hold the beacon any longer if the cloak fades because he has no energy of his own to block out anyone else's magic. He is already exhausted from the chase, like he's run for miles, and he swallows as he has to Moira's spirit go. He knows if he'd worked on it, he probably could've reached Moira, but he wasn't strong or skilled enough. He remembers once his mother used a beacon all the way to Mexico when she had a customer come in searching for her missing two-timing husband. Les releases Riley's hands, standing up from the table, feeling a little disgruntled that he couldn't pinpoint Moira's location. "Well, she's alive," Les tells Riley after a few seconds. "I'm fairly sure anyway."