Well that had been decidedly not fun. Ian opened his eyes, confused because hadn't he just died? It had felt like dying, not that he had died before. But it felt like what he thought dying should feel like, yet here he was not in pain and alive. And in a desert.

Shit. He hoped the body paint that they had coated him in would block the sun a bit, because he was not dressed for desert conditions. He wasn't even wearing shoes.

Right, he knew how to do this, he had trained for situations such as this. The desert part, not the having just died and woken up in a desert dressed as a na'vi bit, that hadn't been covered in ROTC.

He needed shade, and water.