Pulling out the bookmark, he recalled the Librarians saying they could drop a line to both the Cat and Bob if needed. That was why he felt there was no time like the present to draw on Bob's knowledge. Watching the bookmark react to his desires, he waited for it to connect.

His nose wrinkled at his ridiculous stench and all of the branches still sticking out of his hair and leaves and was it normal for the scratches and skunk bites to itch? Why, he wondered again, did they send him here? Why? What cosmic deity did he piss off in such a way they would throw him into the wilderness?

Either way, he sighed. "Bob... I have a problem. Know how to get skunk spray off?"