The landing

Traveling alone wasn't Constantine's forte, however the young man needed to get used to navigating and make it a skill. Tracking Falcon and keeping tabs on Jumanji's position wasn't easy, but it wasn't particularly difficult either. He wasn't surprised when he was last to the location Falcon had chosen, a cave that he had already relaxed inside of. He had certainly picked a good place, since it seemed so abandoned, but he wondered if there was a reason. Pushing the thought back, he slunk into the cave and almost collapsed against the wall, eager for a good rest.

"I sure hope so,..." he answered Jumanji, having heard what she asked when he walked in. "my legs are tingling." He yawned, laying out flat on his side and stretching until his toes spread. Lazy eyes opened then to wait for Falcons response, eager yet less impatient than their antsy friend. He sure hoped that they'd be staying the night here, and maybe catch a meal before heading out again, if not sooner than that. Connie was famished, but the boy hardly ate. He could use a bite or two now, though. However sleep called him, so laziness overthrew hunger and his growling stomach became the least of his concerns.