They left Rusty behind!  Probably didn’t even leave a note!  It’s a bright, crisp day when Mark, Cherry and Doc finally make good on their pact of ditching the lad that has brought them nothing but head-splitting, cringe-worthy dialogue and narrowness of interest… “Want to go fishing?  Can I take some pictures?  Want to go fishing? Can I take some pictures?”  Seriously, who can blame them?

Ah, the subtleness with which new stories are introduced…  No call from Editor Bill Ellis this time, just a quick cut to two strangers- one apparently a reporter (gee, that’s different…) the other a member of the The First Nation of Human Beings, resplendent in his Cornflower Blue Tunic and suspenders.   What exactly is that style, anyway?  Looks like a pain in the ass to me…  Or is he actually a Native American? Or just a poser?  An enthusiast? Someone with a collection disorder (bordering on OCD, so I am told) that needs to make his affliction public…

Prove helpful to whom?  Oh, the tension mounts…