Jack was placed in a small room alone with a detective.
“Alright what’s your name son?”
“Jack Dunn.”
“What’s your middle name?”
“Isaiah.”
“I’m Detective Warren,” he said scribbling things down on paper. “What exactly happened?”

“I went to my hotel room and I found a man in there in the bathroom. He was going through all of our stuff. So I snuck up behind him and pulled him to the ground with my bare hands. But he pulled out a knife and stabbed my leg. Then I pulled his leg in and he fell to the ground. I pulled the knife out of my leg and stabbed it in his chest but I know for a fact I didn’t stab his heart or his lungs because I took a lot of health classes in highschool. And I also took a lot of outside classes about safety and life saving procedures. I wanted to be a firefighter but that never worked out. But all the memory stayed. So I knew where to stab him and it wouldn’t do anything but hurt him and make him bleed.”

Detective Warren just stared at Jack with his mouth slightly open.