He’d unearthed the clues, but they were clues to what? Were they clues to a mystery or simply the misguided ramblings of his brain?
He looked for answers, but the more he looked the more muddled it became.
He looked left and then right and all he saw was the same scene he’d seen – no changes. No evidence of anything. And no one was there or appeared to have been there.
It was a quandary and nothing new or unexpected seemed to be happening.
Then he remembered – he was four months old. Better to let his mother find his bottle.