Not nearly as much as he could be.

Jacob drops the needle to the ground, and breathes deeply for a few minutes. His shaking hands gradually still, and he eventually gains control of himself. He sighs slowly, and then takes a step back from the tree, and from the situation as a whole. "Okay Jacob, focus on the basics right now. Doesn't matter that your in a new world, that's not an immediate problem. You can lose your shit later, for now, focus on survival. I've already calmed down as much as I can, so that leaves figuring out what I have to work with."

He kneels down and begins to clear the layer of dead and rotting leaves from a patch of ground, leaving the bare earth. Then he slowly empties out his pockets, taking care not to drop anything he had with him when he woke up. "Okay, I've got my knife, that's a lifesaver right there. My phone's at, let me 98% battery, better turn that off for know. Odds are I'm going to need the power later, and I'm not getting reception anyways. Alright, what else, wallet with paper business cards and cash. Maybe I could use them as fire starters, but lets hold off for now." He carefully refills his pockets, once again making sure nothing gets left behind. Standing fully upright, he looks around the small clearing he's in, looking for any other tools he dropped in his panic. Seeing none, he sighs to himself. "Alright, time to move on. My best bet right now for finding water or civilization is to get some place high up, and them find find where the fuck I need to go."

Turning around, he begins a slow walk uphill, his pace slow and methodical. He keeps walking for hours, and the sun is nearly set when he hears the faint rumble of a river quickly flowing of rocks. His pace picks up, first to a quick walk, then to mild jog. The elation is clear on his face as he bursts through the brush onto the bank of the stream. It's waters are clear and flowing swiftly, with fish darting around the rocks. Jacob drops to his knees on the bank, and cups some water in his hand. He nervously raises it to his lips, and drinks. Tasting it, his eyes widen, and he reaches down to cup more of the delicious water and bring it to his mouth. Once he has drunk his fill, he sits on his haunches, and looks to the sky. He mutters to himself ;"Looks like I have maybe an hour left of light. Better make a quick shelter and the move on tomorrow." Rising to his feet, he does just that. He finishes a very basic lean-too just as the sun dips behind the horizon.

As he crawls inside, and waits for sleep to take him, the events of the day hit him all over again, and he begins to cry. His mind desperately for an explanation for everything he's seen today, from the Y-shaped needles to footprints that look like they came from a giant chicken... or an ancient raptor. But when no explanation comes, other than the terrifying possibility that this is an entirely different world, his thoughts turn to his old world. He begins to cry harder, as he realizes that he's probably gone from his original world, without a trace. His parents are going to go mad with worry, and his coworkers are going to be scrambling without him. Eventually a troubled sleep claims him, while his tears still wet his face.

When he wakes, his back is sore from the hard ground, his mouth feels tacky, and his hands are cramped. He can barely stumble out of the lean-too with out falling on his face. Jacob stretches, trying to restore some feeling to his extremities, and putting off the decision of which way to go. Once he feels normal, he double checks his the he has all his materials, then faces the stream.