Kodak had just finished chopping his log when he heard his name be called from not to far away and turned to the woman calling it. "T'is me, I am Kodak. You are?" Kodak asked as he put his fathers axe over his shoulder and looked down at the woman. As Kodak pondered why the woman was here he saw that she hand his axe in her hands which he had given to the blacksmith to get fixed.