[center][color=silver][h2]Jacob Wheeler[/h2] 
[i]~To whom it most concerns~[/i][/color][/center]


	Something wasn’t right.  

	That was the story of Jacob Wheeler’s life in recent days, but now it was in regards for a less metaphysical issue. He wasn’t in his bed in his tiny one-bedroom apartment like he was supposed to be. He was out in the field again, sleeping in the sand! Licking his dry lips Jacob pushed himself onto his knees, his gloved hands sinking into the dust. A strange hat, an old-fashioned looking thing which’d been perched awkwardly on his head fell off from the sudden movement. He stared at the odd bit of headware, amused by its peculiarity and recent position on his head. He knew where it must have come from. He’d been attending Mardi Gras on the North Shore in Louisiana last night, out on the lakeshore. He must’ve bought it at some point during one of the themed parades from a street vender. The hat was oddly well made for something one might buy on the corner, and looked worn and tattered, and stained even. Jacob hoped he hadn’t wasted too much money on it. The amount of alcohol he’d consumed would explain his lapse in memory of the purchase, and his current sleeping arraignments out on the beach. 

	The thought of money in mind he patted his back pocket, groaning aloud when he found no reassuring bulge. Wallet’s gone. He checked his other pocket. Phone too, and his keys. Everything was gone, and he was alone on a beach, who knows where with no money, no car, and no way to call for help. 

	Jacob felt the sharp sting of despair when a murmur of voices behind him alerted him to presence of other people. He could have shouted aloud for joy as he turned quickly, standing up unsteadily to ask if any of them still possessed their cellular devices. As Jacob's unsteady eyes roamed over the local area his beer tinged breath caught in his throat at the sight of the strangest little creature he'd ever seen. It was like a large rat, but with seven tails, eight legs and fur that flashed dull red, then blue, then yellow. Jacob blinked, rubbing at his eyes and looking again. It’d vanished. 

	Deciding he was still a little drunk Jacob squinted at the other people, real tangible people assembled near by. Half dozen or more of them scattered about in similar states of confusion and groggy consciousness. Ignoring the arrangement of robes, armor, and weaponry more out of a refusal to acknowledge the oddities then not, he addressed the nearest and most awake person he could see. 

	[color=silver]“Um hi, I’m sure we’re good friends after last night, though I can’t seem to recall your name...?”[/color] Jacob scratched his head, brushing sand from his blonde hair. [color=silver]“Anyway, do you still have your phone by any chance? I seem to've lost mine...”[/color]