A butterfly flew onto Arnold's face and he awoke, shooing it off. He looked at the blood on the ground and at his torn clothes and said, "Damnit! Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn! Now who did I attack?!" He reached down to the grass and wiped a bit of the blood onto his hands. He sniffed it and said, "Alex." He wakled over to where Alex was and said, "Alright, how did it happen this time?"