WHO: Jak, Lexington, and whoever happens across them
WHAT: There are two who came through
WHEN: Friday evening
WHERE: The tree
Lex wasn't quite sure what had happened. One minute he'd been out on patrol near the Hudson, the next he was falling on his face on the ground. It was really strange, but sometimes that just seemed to be his life. The first thing he really took notice of though was that his loincloth was missing, and he quickly hunkered down using his arms to shield his lower body. Maybe this was a nightmare? Probably not.
Maintaining his current position, he looked around to try and figure out where he was. Tree, lake, bridge, cloaks...Lex darted over on all fours and snatched one up, quickly pulling it on. It sort of tented around his small frame, but it was better than nothing and therefore one less problem. Now he just had to figure out where he was. It was much too quiet to be Mangattan.