He had five years to wear his mind and his patience. It'd been so bad that he sometimes missed the sunlight for weeks straight. But he did it all just so some poor kid on retainer would cover for him. One night he took to have fun and fool around and the next day he had to mop up the blood and waste. He had to ask, "They can't send guns right? Kinda ends the games real fast, huh?" Bows and arrows were acceptable but he agreed with Sandy, "Knives sound efficient and easy, right? Right!"

The words were not missed and Phil had to assure her, "I won't."