And then it hit him! Out of nowhere, the cherry marmalade hit him through the face! He couldn't believe his eyes. Or his luck! An entire jar of cherry marmalade, right there next to him, ready for him to dig into. OK, fine, he had to admit that blood spattered cherry marmalade didn't have quite the same appeal as clean cherry marmalade, but then it was his blood, so what difference did it make.

Half way through the jar of stickiness, something else struck him, although substantially less solid than a glass jar. A thought. Where did the marmalade come from? hmmm...