Actually, where am I? What am I doing here? Walking through a forest... I didn't thought about it too much, did I? Impulsive, perhaps. But then, what else? I'm the only one who knows the secret. I've never liked that old man, since Jane and I were young he has been just a horrible person to us. I wonder how did he got to the village, and why the villagers haven't thrown him away, to the forest, or to the wolves, or to the fire. I must be crazy to come here.