You fly with the bat you have. [He rubs his head and admits] A plane sounds nice right now, though.

[Blake doesn't care about the dog but the bat's a little spooked. He remembers being small enough to be bite-sized to one of those.]

[Blake looks around the trees. He feels like his brain's been sloshed around in a cocktail shaker.]

Hey, wait.

You got any idea where the hell I am?