Notebook in the satchel. Questions on the path.
Who is Biff J. Wellington?
Biff takes the photographs. Sometimes, when he looks at them again, the woods don’t seem quite the way he remembers. He keeps watching. And occasionally, he builds a trap.
Gotta catch one.
A small metal crate. Then a bigger crate. Then an enormous wooden one. Each time Biff thinks he has the right size, Mikey has other ideas.
The bait goes missing. The crate stays empty. The biggest attempt is still waiting for its ending.
