Jack nodded in thanks, and squinted to see between the thick trees. "You know those old B movies you see," Jack mused idly, "the ones where there's always a deep dank forest and the characters go into it to find a short cut and come across something infinitely worse than if they'd just gone the long way round? Any of that seeming familiar to you right now?"

He poked his toe against something that looked like a worm that had been put in a microwave and noted to himself that he now had toenails.

Around him he could hear echoes of the local wildlife as the birds called to one another, and rustles through the trees as the insects moved.

"Don't suppose I ever thought to mention I don't like creepy crawlies, now did I?"