Remington shook Nathaniel even more roughly. "No, this will not wait until morning." Dressed in only his boxers, of course Remington was cold. He was also disoriented. His head hurt. Whatever Nathaniel had done caused some sort of shock to the human's system. He got to his feet, but had to crouch over to avoid hitting the top of the tent, and walked out into the moonlight.
There wasn't a damn thing around them that Remington recognized. The landscape was vastly different from Danvers. And there was a strange smell to their surroundings. Turning, he was even more shocked. His was not the only tent. There were hundreds. He and Nathaniel were on the edge of a massive campground. Wait.. not just any campground. There was something familiar about the arrangement. Shit.. it was a military camp.