Dizzy Land

Apart from a few brief run-ins with humans, most of them unintentional, Ax had largely been avoiding the park's human population. Highly unlikely though it was, he couldn't entirely dismiss the idea that this could all be some type of bizarre Yeerk trap, or that, by chance, some of the human residents were controllers. It was one thing to be surrounded by humans when he had his human friends to rely on for human-related matters, but conversing with humans by himself was seeming less and less wise. Nearly all of them seemed suspicious of him for one reason or another, and if a controller learned that he was an Andalite, much less one of the "Andalite bandits" from Earth, he would almost certainly be killed. On the other hand, spending time with humans here might help him learn how to behave among humans when he returned to his proper time, if only he could be certain that they were not controllers.

He was contemplating this matter when an idea came to him abruptly. There was no guarantee that anything would come of it, but at this point, anything seemed worth trying. He found a piece of paper and carefully began to compose a letter.

( To Skaffen-Amtiskaw )

Ax wasn't sure how he felt about this "Disneyland" situation, but he was rather pleased with his choice of a home. From what he'd seen of this place, it was fairly short on large areas of grass, but he'd managed to find a decent supply that, as it so happened, was next to a small river.

And while he hadn't dismissed the thought of a trap, he had to admit that it was a fairly far-fetched idea. Whether or not there were Yeerks in this place, he was fairly certain that the majority of these humans--and other creatures--could be trusted.

It was nighttime now, and he'd found an out-of-the-way corner of his grassy area where he could demorph without worrying about being seen. It felt good to be back in his real body again, and he was beginning to feel content about the thought of just making himself as comfortable as he could until he found a way to send some sort of distress signal when he made a disturbing realization.

He couldn't tell what time it was.

This may not have seemed like a major problem, except for two things:

1. Andalites are born with an innate ability to tell time, meaning that something very strange was happening.
   
   
2. If, in fact, time was passing in a non-linear fashion, how could he be sure he didn't accidentally spend over 2 hours in human morph and become trapped?
   

Andalites are not known for panicking, but in the sense that he began galloping in circles, eyeing the sky worriedly, and morphing/demorphing repeatedly in vain, Ax panicked.

((Open RP-ish thing because I'm not sure what else to do with him. He doesn't have much of a chance at getting away with the "human" thing for too long, anyhow. ;) ))