Jeffery suddenly remembered something. Jacob S. Philburn... where had he heard that name before? Then it hit him. His favorite book! Jacob S. Philburn was the character from his favorite book. Now what was this book about? Of course! Jacob was murdered by his brother Jasper because of a spat over a woman. He smiled, half relieved and half terrified. He got the pocketknife from, you guessed it, his pocket and examined it more closely. What he had thought was an S was now a very old looking A. Adam. His middle name was Adam. He sighed in relief and calmed down, only to notice the great pain shooting up his arm. He grunted and suddenly the wooden stick popped out of the knife and his cuts were healed. He wasn't as surprised as he was the first time it did that, but it still made his eyes widen just a bit. But what came to him next made him laugh crazily. He wasn't a murderer. He hadn't murdered his own brother! He put a hand to his forehead, still laughing like a mad man. He wasn't crazy, he wasn't dangerous. He wasn't a killer.