Soon enough that he doesn't need to deliver two people to the ER.

When the ranger arrives in a black tan SUV, he quickly opens the rear door and helps Tirsa slide in without injuring her leg farther. Jacob quickly walks around to the front passenger door, but stops when the officer gives him a strange look. Jacob blushes lightly, and quietly says, "I don't have a licence, and I want to make sure she gets to the hospital safely. Is it fine if I ride with you there?"

Hearing the explanation, the ranger just shrugs and gestures for Jacob to get in. He does so, and then turns to the officer as they both buckle up. "Real quick, I know that you're already doing a lot to help us, but could we borrow your phone to make a call? Her roommate is going to be really worried, and we want to let her know that she's okay."

Hearing this, the ranger just sighs, but he has a wry smile on his face. He digs in his pockets for a moment, then pulls out his phone and unlocks it before passing it to Jacob, who passes it to Tirsa.

Tirsa takes the phone and quickly dials. It rings for a few moments, before connecting. Tirsa begins to talk quickly and animatedly to her roommate. "Hey Millie, it's Tirsa. Listen, I had a bit of an accident yesterday, and broke my leg. It's nothing major, but I'll be in hospital for a while, and my boyfriend is coming over." She places a clear emphasis on the word boyfriend, and there is silence from the other end of the line. "You remember him, right? Tall, slender, dark hair, dorky smile? At least tell me that you remember his name is Jacob Andersen. Look, he'll explain everything once he comes over. Just trust me on this," Tirsa's voice goes very quiet, and Jacob can barely hear her as she says, "I think he might be it."

There's a pause where Millie and Tirsa are both quiet, digesting what was just said. Millie then begins to talk, and a smile blooms on Tirsa's face as she laughs briefly. "Yes, yes I know that I'm missing out on your cooking. Do you really think that I'm dumb enough to deliberately missing your cooking?"

Soon Jacob tunes out of the conversation he's over hearing, and begins to stare out the passenger window as they arrive at the city outskirts. Billboards flash by, advertising all manner of fetish gear, with none of the subtlety of the world he came from. One shows a woman bound in leather, her face covered by a hood, her nipples by pasties, and her back arched in what one can only assume is painful bliss. Another shows a woman with comically large breasts, holding a glass bottle of milk while two damp spots cover her nipples. They slow down as they enter the city proper, and Jacob can only marvel the way one marvels at a train wreck. Woman are walking calmly through the street, many wearing clothes that are very clearly intended to show off, with no hint of subtlety. He spots a few that are naked in all but name, wearing body paint that can only be described as outlandish. Soon, however, they arrive at the hospital, and Jacob tears his gaze away from the people to look at the building. For the most part, it would fit in just fine in the world he came from, with the only notable exception being a dedicated sexual injury ward. He steps out of the SUV, and gives the ranger a firm handshake and a word of thanks.

Jacob then steps to the rear passenger doors, and gently helps Tirsa walk into the non-emergency entrance. Once he has helped her to the front desk, and then back to a chair to wait for a doctor to see her, he walks out the door to a nearby taxi stand, and waits for few minutes. Soon enough, a yellow sedan with large black stripe on the side stops, and lets him hop in. After a short ride, where the cabby makes no motion to talk to Jacob, he arrives at his destination, and steps out after paying the driver, with a decent tip. With that transaction concluded, he turns to the building, and sees before him a large, 5 story apartment complex. The red brick siding is well maintained, a stairwell open to the elements that is equally clean, if a little bland. A thought strikes him, and he groans as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"She gave me the address, but not the apartment number. Guess I better start knocking around."

With that thought, he begins to stride forward, only to notice a pleasant convenience. Beside each door, is a name plate that the tenant has the option of filling in. With any luck, he will be able to find the apartment in question with only the plate.