I've biked out to my parents' house. I'm supposed to meet Leah down at the trestle where we're going to dig some sort of hole, but she's not there, so I keep biking up and up the hill on Bell Road, challenging myself to get to the top.

I get up to the field right before my parents' house, and stop off to take a pee in the bushes. There is a workshop in the field, and I go near it, and then notice the light is on, and somebody is working in there. I shouldn't be peeking in their windows, and that's not my intent, I just happened to be there. They seem to be manufacturing something clandestine, possibly illegal. Then I see it: they are working on some wigs.