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Here's someone who hasn't been seen in the bar for a while. Or, well, at least when he wasn't bloodied and semi-conscious.

Anyway. Jack hobbles downstairs, limping heavily as he heads for the chairs by the fireplace. His right arm is still in a sling, his knee still rigid, though the brusing around his eye and the red welt left from the burn on his cheek have faded a fair bit. He still doesn't look as though he's slept much though, which would probably be because he hasn't.

The noise and bustle in the bar is a little jarring, a little uncomfortable. After so many months living in a quiet, secluded area, he's not used to being around so many people at once. But it's better than sitting in his room for another day, staring at the TV or the walls.

He settles into a chair, propping his left leg on an ottoman. Pulling a book from inside his sling, he settles in to read, though not averse to companionship at the moment. Just don't be surprised if he's a little twitchy.

[ooc: Not sure how late I'll be on, and ~~access is likely to be a little interrupted crap, have to run for a minute--back in a bit~~, but I'm perfectly willing to slowtime--just bear in mind that slowtimes from tonight won't be tagged until after 6 pm tomorrow. Work is kicking my ass again. And I'm back!]

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Jack blinks. "Uh...okay. How did...?" He knows they weren't that colour before.

Behrooz's eyes don't come back up.

"Something happened... when I tried to leave the bar."

There's a What about you? Behrooz can't bring himself to say.

"What do you mean something happened?" Jack asks, concerned now. With the people he knows, 'something happening' on leaving the bar generally isn't a good thing.

"I... didn't go to the right place."

"What do you mean? Where did you go?"

Behrooz hesitates. Though he looks up again, his gaze clearly goes to what remians of Jack's wounds.

Jack catches the glance. "In case you're wondering, I was back in our world, where I was supposed to be," he says, smiling slightly, meaning it in more ways than one.

Behrooz doesn't smile.

But he'll accept it as answer for now.

"I was in a forest. I don't... think it was in our world."

"You mean the door dropped you somewhere else? Any ideas where?"

He clearly hesitates for a long moment here, his eyes going down completely now.

Quietly, "I think it might've been... somewhere in Jasin's world..."

That causes a hell of a lot of blinking. "Jasin's world? Christ. No one there...attacked you or anything, did they?"

"... I was in a forest."

Pause. "There weren't a lot of people."

Well the number of people in a forest depends on the forest, afterall. Just look at places like Shenandoah National Park.

"HOw did your eyes change, then?"

He shifts.

"... I don't know."

"Well how did you find your way back here, then?"

"I... found a town. After walking for... a few days, I don't know, it was a while. I went through a door there and it ... led back here."

"A few days? Did you manage to find some food or something?"

"I... stopped counting after a few days," he sort of corrects. Then, staring a little more adamantly at the floor, "There were... animals... in the forest."