When Trent awoke sometime after midnight and saw the jar which contained a human head, he stifled a scream and his eyes practically leaped from their sockets. Trent was certain that the jar had not been there when he had gone to bed, but then again, he had never placed much faith in his sense of certainty. The important thing now was to take this grisly trophy to the proper authorities. Or was it? Trent wrestled with his options for a solid ten minutes, and eventually concluded that it was not in his best interests to go to the police. He would inevitably have to answer questions for which he had no answers. He wasn’t prepared for that kind of hassle. With a sigh, Trent lay back down in his bed and shut his eyes, allowing the tender arms of sleep to enfold him once again.