After Jeffrey finished his work at his house, he ventured out onto the dark, empty street. My father had sent me to retrieve Jeff after we had heard what he had done. I was standing under a lamppost a few yards away, sharpening my knife like always. I could see him walking towards me. He was still bleeding from his cheeks and fresh blood dripping off his knife. He got within a few feet of me when I spoke to him. "You have guts Jeff. Not many people can do what you just did." I told him. He looked at me with his black rimmed eyes and spoke. "How do you know what I did? Were you watching me? Are you police?" He slowly raised his knife at me. I laughed at that accusation. "You really think I'm with the police? Wow... No I'm not and yes I have been watching. But that's why I'm here. There are more of us. People like you… like us." He looked at me sceptically, "What do you mean like me? Are you calling me crazy?" He yelled at me, looking quite angry. "Yes, yes I am. But I'm crazy too. I was sent to get you so let's get a move on." I turned around and walked towards the forest where my father was waiting for us. And out of what I think was curiosity, Jeff followed close behind.