He's got his work cut out for him, especially with the massive amount of interference he's likely to get in the event that they left the Afterlife to attempt to get back to the task at hand.

Wayne doesn't wanna.

"Yeah, me neither," he sighs, scowling at his last building and the way it seems to sag a little, the same way his mood has been. He mashes it down to try again while César evaluates the sand itself. "It's pretty cool, sure. Holds a sand castle better than anything I've seen out there." He jerks a thumb over his shoulder, up toward the weirdly melty-looking white building further up the beach.