He stopped working as a butcher and started killing wolves. Every year he killed over five hundred of them.

…when his friends found his body, it was next to the broken Wolf Spawning Factory he built, because, seriously, how else can you kill that many wolves in a year?

Soon, he complained of a headache. “It aches something terrible,” he told her.

So what does she do? She touches his head, comments on how cold he is, and ties her handkerchief around his head.

How is that supposed to help?

“I’m going to try to touch it. Then we’ll know if it’s real.”

Of course, Sam’s reaction to everything was ‘try to touch it’. And it was a vast improvement over his previous habit of ‘testing reality by licking everything’.