Jake was at the church ruins, crouched by the wall that overlooked the graveyard. The Pandora plant that Neytiri had given Aaron to put on Marta's grave over a year ago had grown, and Jake was just watching it move about in the breeze. Thinking was difficult, and his temper and moods were all over the place; any progress he'd made in the safe room the Doctor had made seemed to have been completely wiped out once the fog had gotten hold of him again. Watching the plant was easy and mindless and he didn't have to think at all.
He looked like shit. He hadn't slept properly since the fog had left, and he was still covered in cuts and bruises, all at varying stages of healing. His leg still ached from where some animal had managed to catch him with its horns, but he stayed where he was, crouched down, because it was quiet, and that was all he wanted.