"Are you trying to escape?" Jake asked, looking down at Ramone.
"N-No!" he replied, turning around to see one of Jake's massive hands resting on his shoulder, the other holding a giant plate of food.
"It was just...just..." Ramone continued, trying to find an acceptable excuse. "I was just looking for, um... Okay, I was trying to escape."
"Why?" Jake asked.
"Well, you're a little intimidating. I'm afraid of you."
"I'm not going to hurt you," Jake replies. "Now come on, let's eat." He guides Ramone over to the large table he had in the middle of the room. Ramone sits down in one of the chairs. His feet barely reach the edge of the seat, the chair is so large. Jake puts some food in a plate and hands it to Ramone. He does the same for himself.
"So, why did you really try to run?" Jake asked, taking a bite of his food.
"I don't know, really."
"Well, it wouldn't be the first time somebody ran away from me," the boy explains. "Eventually, everyone succeeds in getting away from me."
"What happens to the people that do?" Ramone asked.
"Half of them are killed by the wild animals that roam this island. They usually leave at night, so I can't stop them. A few days later, I find their bodies. Or what's left of them, anyway." Ramone gulped.
"And for the few that DO successfully escape, well, I guess they find their way home or crashed on another island or something. I don't really care." Jake took another bite of food, obviously irritated.
"Why are you so big?" Ramone asked.
"It's the water here," the boy explained. "When me and my family first arrived here, I drank a little bit of it and over the next month or so, I grew into my current size."
"Did your parents have any of the water?"
"Of course," Jake replied. "But my dad later found out, that it only affects people that haven't gone through puberty yet."
"Where are your parents?" Ramone asked.
Jake paused. "They're dead. We had been here for a few months and we had all gone to sleep for the night. Then, my dad hears a noise outside and he goes to find out what it is. Suddenly, one of the animals tackles him to the ground and starts attacking him. By the time I got outside, he was dead. My mom died of food poisoning a few months after that."
"I'm sorry."
"It was two years ago," Jake replies. "It's okay."
"You've been here alone for the past two years?!" Ramone says in disbelief.
"Well, I've had a few pets here on the island, but that's about it."
The two sat in silence for a few minutes, eating their food.
"I'm sorry I tried to run," Ramone apologized.
"I'm sorry I picked you up earlier," Jake followed. "It's just been so long since I've seen another human. I was just excited. I'm sorry."
Ramone looked around the house he was in. It looked pretty good, considering it was handmade. It was roughly made like a log cabin, with Jake probably ripping the trees out of the ground with his bare hands and his dad, at the time, keeping the trees together with...mud, or something.
There were various pieces of furniture around the house: a couch in the corner, a few chairs dotting the room. A few tables. Obviously, there wasn't a TV or a computer, but all in all, it wasn't half bad.
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It was nighttime. The food had long been eaten and Jake and Ramone had whittled the past few hours away by talking.
"You ready for bed?" Jake asked. Ramone nodded. Jake led his guest back into the sleeping quarters.
"Now, there is a guest bedroom here," the child said, pointing to one room. "But, well...would you mind sleeping in my bed for tonight?"
Ramone smiled. "Sure."
"The kid's just lonely," Ramone thought to himself.
The two walked into Jake's room and laid down on the bed.
"Good night," Jake said.
"Good night," Ramone replied.
What does Ramone do during the night?"
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