[Mesousa stood up an looked around, the last thing he remembered was being put in that paint shaker, then the butterfly man, and now this. He wasn't unused to waking up in strange places, but usually in the middle of a forest with what looks like a sun going down wasn't really encouraging Mesousa to think this would be one of the easier places to find his way back from. He stood up, slowly brushed himself off and called out.]

Hello? Is anyone around? I'm sorry to bother you but I think I'm lost...