Olhal was incredibly scared. "Just... just leave me alone... I want to go back home... see my family... You... you're not going to, are you? You... you kidnapped me... Why?... What have I done?... I... have my wallet, I have £25 in there... I was going to use it for the concert, and I know it isn't much, but please, take it and leave me alone..." He reached into his jacket and pulled out an old leather wallet. He looked inside, and then looked up gloomily. "You've already robbed me, then... I see... then I have nothing left for you... you could have had my jacket if you hadn't ripped it up so badly... what were you doing to me?" he asked, looking at the missing sleeve of his jacket, and burns, cuts, scratches and all sorts on him. "... That jacket was a good £80... well, it was your loss to rip it, instead of selling it..." Suddenly, the anger came back; he jumped up, fists clenched, ready to fight. "Now all of you, GET LOST!!" he shouted, and fumbled inside his jacket for his knife; which was also missing. "Oh, you got the knife too. That was at least £50... very intricate... you've probably broken it too..."