Jason was minding his own business, wandering about town. He was bored, so he was trying to figure out something to do. What he didn't know was that he was about to stumble upon a bleeding man in the center of town. Had he known that, he may have avoided the center of town.
Or, he may not have. It all depended on how he had been feeling, had he known.
But it didn't really matter now, did it? He didn't know, so therefore, he stumbled upon the man. His head tilted slightly as he studied Alfie, noting the blood. It looked like he was still alive, but Jason couldn't be sure. He was rarely sure about anything.