When Jack woke up, he knew he was still in *a* forest, but something told him that it was not the same one. The previous night had been cool and damp, where things seemed a bit dry here. Also, there was just this feeling of *knowing* that was over him.
To him, knowing where he was wasn't as important as knowing what he was. To solve this little annoyance, Jack made his way to a nearby pond and looked down at his reflection.
He saw...