The past couple days since Casey arrived had been spent exploring. This one was no different. New York City he'd known by the back of his hand having grown up there his entire life. He could probably navigate it blind folded, but Kansas; he didn't have a single clue. That needed to change. That was the first step toward him feeling better of things. Getting a layout of the land. A mental map as Donatello would call it. He was good at that. Casey didn't always know what street names were, but give him a land mark and he was a fair navigator.
He had been around the city twice that day. For the sake of his sanity he had to get it down. He needed to understand how the streets worked. He wasn't home anymore, he couldn't just rely on street smarts. Somehow he had a feeling that this was going to be an entirely different ball game. A new set of rules, and a new playing field. Getting a feel for it was step one.
Step two, introducing himself to the street scrum. If there was any. It looked like a fairly clean place. Lots of young college students loitering about. Not many signs of gang activity. Bummer. Casey thought, which was a thing he never thought he would think. Without them though, was there really a need for Casey Jones the vigilante?
Casey was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice Jenny approaching rapidly until it was too late and he collided into her.