Scattered Thumbs woke up feeling hungry, and puzzled. Where was he? Slowly, things came to mind. He remembered everything, even being a leech, and also feeling like a 6 year old. Somehow that experience made him feel better. He remembered the faces surrounding him, and their actions. They’re good folk. He thought to himself. No way I’m going to hunt them down, couldn’t do it now, anyway. In fact I don’t feel like hunting down anybody. Maybe I need a new line of work. He went downstairs looking for the kitchen. Hoping some one would feed him.