Headless freak started to make hand signs.

"I AM NOT YOUR ENEMY." Roderick read his sign language. He wondered how he could read it with this level of accuracy.

YOU LOOK LIKE A GOOD MAN, he signaled him. Roderick didn’t know whether or not he could agree with his statement.

"See, I may somehow understand your signs, but I don’t know how to signal it. I don’t think you are not even hearing this." Roderick explained.

I CAN HEAR YOU. I CAN'T SEE YOU BUT I CAN SENSE YOU. His signs came. YOU CAN SPEAK WITH ME. I CAN'T DO THE SAME WITH YOU.

DO YOU KNOW WHY I RESCUED YOU FROM THERE?

"Why?" Roderick wondered.

I WANT YOU TO HELP ME.

Roderick was more than okay with his request. In fact, he was holding the shovel already.

"I get it." Roderick smiled, "I will help you dig this field and I will even put mud in this pit if you say."

THIS IS NOT MY FIELD. THIS IS NOT MY SHOVEL EITHER.

Roderick saw blood on the shovel and dropped it.

FIND ME MY HEAD. Headless man said.

Roderick flinched after seeing the request. He got scared when he found doing this was the only way which could make him live the next day.

"What's wrong with digging the field?" Roderick tried to convince him, "Headless, see, you've got such a nice shovel. And the field…umm…is …is not yours but is really good one."

I WANT MY HEAD, Headless signaled.

"Listen to me, this might just be a request to you, but what you're telling me to do can get me killed. If I don’t do your job till midnight, then I will be dead tomorrow." Roderick was explaining to a person who did not even have a brain.

THEN HURRY BECAUSE THE MORNING IS ABOUT TO BE OVER. Headless signaled.

"Okay, where did you lose your head? Do you remember anything about that?" Roderick questioned.

FOLLOW ME.