Jack was terrified. He didn't have his friends or his sprite to help him. He quickly felt in his pocket for the reassurance of his switchblade, but it was gone. In his terror he had forgotten to take his bag and his switchblade. Jack realized this too late. He stopped. He looked around. Which way now, he thought. He had no idea where his stuff was, no idea where his friends were, and no idea where Leela was, but worst of all, he had no idea where he was. He looked around, then fell to the ground. He lay on his side, holding his knees against his chest. He had never felt what he was feeling now. He was alone, defenseless, and hopelessly lost.