While Jamie mused on his lack of name, thousands of miles away a small slug crawled along a leaf. It stopped to ponder if it should be wearing shoes, then wondered if it even had feet. Finally, it wondered what shoes were and why he should be having such thoughts. The slug gazed thoughtfully into the distance and was eaten by a passing hedgehog. The hedgehog waddled off on it's way and the leaf was left to ponder how long it would be before a storm could wash the slimy residue left by the slug off of it's surface.