Tommy had gotten himself a bionic knee, and decided to start a wilderness school. He was usin' that to find people that might be interested in the scout way. I managed to sneak into his compound, and leave him a long letter explaining everything, and the danger involved. A month later, Tommy went on a hike to a place we knew, and he was carryin' a huge ol' backpack. You can imagine how much Tommy needed a big ol' backpack. If he was bein' observed, all they'd see was him goin way out in the bush, sitting by a purty little stream, and if he seemed to be talkin' to himself a lot, well, you know how them nature nuts are... And, when he left, nobody ever seemed to notice his pack was quite bit lighter than when he got there. Tommy left me tools and staple foods I couldn't get in the bush. he also left me books and magazines so I could keep up with the world. I made a cabin, and became a recluse. Tommy kept visitin' until one day he was sure he was bein' followed...