When Jeffery had decided that the boy was fine, he walked back over to his spot. But... where was his pocket knife? He searched the floor with his eyes, but he didn't see it anywhere! And worst of all, the blade had been out when he'd left it. "Hey, has anyone seen my pocket knife?" He asked, now standing up and looking around. That thing was so cool, it had so many things attached to it, he didn't want to lose it now. What Jeffery didn't notice was there had been a slip of paper in the place of his knife. Maybe it was the one that he'd taken out of his pocket earlier. He started towards it. Maybe it said where his knife was?