The Trapper sits on a hill in the Macmillan Estate, gazing over the property. In his hands is a sketchpad and pencil as he thoughtfully surveys the horizon. Ducking his head down, he drags the pencil across the paper in soft, short strokes.
It's almost comical, the delicacy with which the large Killer wields the pencil. Slowly the outline of the Estate comes into view, and then- the Trapper hesitates. He sketches two figures, standing before the land, side by side.
It's... strange, he knows as he stares at his addition, to still dwell on his father when he's most definitely long dead. But it seems that even in his creations, he can't help but to revisit the past.