lost, needing to be found

[_jack_]

Jack continued to wander, as he had been doing for the last two hours. The cool was becoming cold, and his thin silver windbreaker wasn't cutting it. The fog in his mind had begun to lift, leaving him with a vague knowledge that if he could only find Ebony's... Ebony's...
Jack couldn't remember. But he knew that if he could make it there, his subconscious could guide him home.
Water... If he could find the shore, he'd eventually find whatever that building is...
"Excuse me? Can you tell me which way to the shore?"