There was way too much to even start taking in. Who the hell went to the park holding eight knives? On a second glance, Jessica wasn’t even sure if he was holding them, but that wasn’t nearly as mind boggling as the wound on his neck starting to close. And had he just called her by her name? She opened her mouth to ask who the hell he was, but was cut short when the rabbit returned, this time jumping for Jessica. She managed to bring up her branch just in time for it to close it’s little teeth around the wood instead of her neck.