"No," he says to Nida's question, "unless I got really lucky with the last thing I did in Gotham before I got dragged to Wonderland, the Joker's still alive." Jason frowns. Why is it that this one piece of human trash is so indestructible? Why does he keep being allowed to hurt and kill people who don't deserve it while he never pays a real price for it? "Prob'ly too much to hope for."

Jason rubs a hand over his face, takes a deep breath, and sighs it out. "I should've expected something like this. Something similar happened at the last place I was in - somehow I got turned into a sixteen-year-old again, thought I'd just come back from being dead. Didn't remember anything about my life after that happened." He folds his arms over his chest and shakes his head. "Must just be one of those things that sadists find entertaining."

As for the question of where they are ... Jason shakes his head again. "I've never been out this far from the village," he says, though now he wishes he had ventured out more. He glances at his wrist device for the time, shades his eyes with his hand as he scans the area, checking the direction of the sun. "Unless I'm real turned around," he says, pointing, "north is that way."