Solomon Ibn Gabriol went to sleep peacefully that night. But his sleep was not so peaceful... he dreamt of nightmarish things and awoke with a start. Then he ran to get some water, for his throat was very dry.

"My God. What visions are these?" he thought to himself. Could they have been wrong about who the murderer was? He decided to consult the Torah for guidance. Opening the Torah, he was not greeted by the usual comforting sense of wisdom and self-reflection... the pages had been slashed repeatedly, and covered in blood. "Who could have done this?"

"I'll give you four guesses, and the first three don't count."

With a sudden motion, Solomon's life ended. A second later, his head hit the floor. Another second later, his body joined it.