This has got to be some kind of joke. There is no way that this is real. Hands in his trouser pockets, he squints around, as he has been doing for the past hour and a half, waiting for the scene to reassert itself and make some kind of sense. Did he eat something strange? No. He can't even remember the last time he ate. Maybe it was overwork. Taking a deep breath he ran a hand over his face and squinted once more at the strange forest he'd found himself in.

"I need to get more sleep." And, with nothing else to do, starts forward.