“Where *am* I??”
—–
“There, that’s better. Hi Rocky!”
“We found an Ickle,” the raccoon mumbles, half asleep.
“What’s that Rocky?”
His eyes open. “Two of them, Bettie. A blue one, then a green one. East and west. Directly.” He turns into the walking version of himself and goes to her. “Down there. Just in the other sim.”
“What are we waiting for?” she asks rhetorically.
—–
“What now?”
“We wait,” states the raccoon.
“Oh my.”
“Rocky?”
Sunklands 
I rushed over to see if i could spot an Ickle. Yep!