Jack's POV:

I was awoken by a jar hitting the rough, wooden floor. First thing that came to mind is that Mark dropped something.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. He dropped a jar of pickles on the and juice got all over the floor.

I walked downstairs, yawning at the same time.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Oh nothing,just cleaning this up" He chuckled.

          ~Later in the Afternoon~

"Mark, where is your family" I asked randomly.

Mark stayed quiet and started to run. I ran after him until he stopped at calm, quiet lake in the middle of the forest.

"They drowned right in this very lake,when I was little" Mark pointed.

"Oh my, how did you provide yourself?" I asked sheepishly.

"Well, the animals took care of me until I was old enough" He said.

The day went slower that usual. The thought his family drowning, gives me the chills. He must be heartbroken.

I think that I should make it up to him.  Maybe I should take him somewhere, but where? I thought as hard as I can,but nothing.

I sigh.

"Jack, why did you asked that?" He said, angrily.

"I-i just wanted to know, I'm sorry" I said.

"It's ok, just be careful of what you ask people." He formed a smile.

I gave him a hug and he blushed. He is so soft to the touch.

"*sigh* Can we go home now?"

"Sure"

As we walked into the house,I saw creatures everywhere. Squrrials, raccons, and many more.

The animals felt like family.

It felt.... nice.