At the southwest portal, Vector was at the lake bed, looking around for a long while, seeing the strange block-shaped trees, water, and even the clouds, “Strange world…” he muttered to himself. Shaking his head, he picked a random direction, putting a mark on a tree only to see it collapse into smaller blocks, leaving that be instead, [i]‘An indication is an indication,’[/i] he thought while unknowingly heading away from the group. Thankfully it seemed to be daylight right now, but he was starting to get a little worried about how steadily and quickly the sun seemed to be going across the sky, which meant he was going to need shelter soon.

At the eastern portal, Sly was staying high in his tree, somewhat confused by everything that was happening, despite never letting it show on his face or in his actions.  “Bentley? Hey Bentley?” he asked, touching his ear in an effort to try, once again, to get through the static to talk to his friend, “C’mon, Bentley, answer.”  Eventually, he gave up completely and looked through his binoculars only to see a strange, blocky, armored human approaching him, but he kept himself in the trees, hoping that he wouldn’t be seen. Staying out of the eyesight of the human was easy for the raccoon as that’s part of what his whole life, and his family’s legacy, has been about, but not necessarily for this [i]exact[/i] purpose. However, he then heard another voice and started to shift his focus over to its source, seeing a regular looking human wearing an intricate attire, but didn't answer the question directly, "Strange entity?" he asked, half-mocking the human's accent, "As for these wood, I can't say that I have any idea about them."