Mordecai was confused. Yesterday, he felt the need to hang any girls he found. Now he just wanted to chop up everybody. Yesterday, he thought that he had died by hanging. Today he thought that he had died by slitting his wrists. Yesterday he had been a poor farmer who had loved his daughters so much he had killed them rather than watch them starve. Today he was a Satanist. He was stopped at the door as he tried to chase the two boys. At least that was consistent. He could never leave the house. He wondered who he would be tomorrow.