You were on your way to your room when you heard cussing and anger in a room. Jason's room, you knocked and peeked in seeing wood, stuff and dolls everywhere. Confused. You looked at him asking if he was okay.

"No I'm NOT okay!! I can't find my lucky wooden saw!! I can't! I can't work without it! I always have it on my dresser but now it's GONE!!" He yells.

He paces back and forth and pants loudly, almost like he's gonna pass out from a panic attack.