i. arrival
Even Hannibal knows that a three piece suit in summer weather is a potential recipe for disaster. Especially in the middle of the woods. Overheating, tearing -- any number of mishaps could befall either he or his suit.

So the suit is carefully hung up in the closet, and he starts scouring the cabin for other clothing options. What he comes up with is a red flannel shirt that certainly smells like it's been in the woods for a while, and a pair of blue jeans that have a hole in the knee.

Delightful.

Both are a little too big, but at least he still has his suspenders.

He steps out of the cabin, already feeling worse than when the day started. With a sigh, he rolls up the sleeves of his shirt and heads out to explore.


ii. the gas station
Food is another issue. Hannibal isn't sure why he thought the pit stop would have fresh ingredients, but hope springs eternal, he supposes.

Ah well. While he's here, he might as well look at the t-shirts, though he's never worn one a day in his life. And, of course, all of them are terrible. Nothing plain, only with ridiculous sayings.

He won't even touch the tank tops.