The last thing that Jake had thought of as he black out was. Am I dead. This was rather a proper thought because all he could see were colours and a bright light. But soon he found out he wasn't dead, for the next thing he knew he was lying flat on his back feeling the grass on his face. Slowly he got up on two feet and looked around. He was in a woods.
Great. He thought as he looked around. This is so weird. Where The heck am I? Jake wasn't being very bright at the time not even relizing that he was lost and more importently. How had he even got here. He reacher into his jacket and took out a utility knife. This was the only thing he had been holding at the time. He started to walk a few paces before he finaly relized that he was in short terms, lost. He sat down on the grass and looked at the sky. It looked like he had just flown to another country maybe Europe.
"Well." He wispered to himself."I am LOST!"