I slow down to look as if I hadn't been running, I don't want to get into it, when I don't even know anything about it. I walk back out of the woods with the kindling, approaching Isaac who is creating a tent frame, actually looking impressive, in a perfect cone shape, with the tinder in the middle.

"Very nice, Isaac!" I say.

"How do you light it?" He asks.

"Er... We can't use this frame though," I say, Isaac looks disappointed at first, but then confused.

"What's a frame?" Isaac questions. I sigh, pressing my fingers to my temples.

"How did you get this job?" I say under my breath, "there are different types of fires, you have created a tent fire, which is great for a bonfire, but not so good for a cooking fire," I explain, stepping toward the frame and taking it apart. I re arrange it so that two of the fuelwood are creating an angle and place some of the kindling across the angle so that they don't touch the ground. I then place some tinder above and below the frame, and head back to the shelter I used to use, finding a flint rock and a piece of steel. I lower them toward the bottom of the frame and create a few sparks, which lay on the bottom tinder, trying to light the fire. I blow on it, and a small flame erupts, soon becoming bigger and lighting the kindling. Soon the fire has spread to the fuelwood, as a full cooking fire.

"Do you have a knife I could use?" I ask, Isaac nods and hands it to me. I grab the now unmoving turkey, and start to skin the bird, making sure none of the skin is left behind, along with the unnecessary parts. I clean the knife on my cloak and grab the blade, handing it back to Isaac, who puts it away. I grab a stand I would use to cook back when I was here alone, placing it above the fire and setting the turkey on top. I grab a stick that I plan to use to turn the turkey every once in a while. Isaac sits beside me, learning from everything I do, and trying to warm himself. The sun begins to rise and I flip the bird for the last time, and Isaac grabs a strand of my hair, and pulls it playfully.

"What are you doing?" I ask. He responds by pulling it again and laughing, "stop it!" I say, pushing his hand away. I remove the grate from the fire, seeing Isaac's hand creeping over again and push it away, trying to concentrate.

"Will you go let Nigel know where we are while I handle the fire?" I ask.

"Sure thing," Isaac replies, heading back to what remains of the castle. The flame is low by now and I put a little snow into it, putting it out a little, and add a lot more, putting out the fire. I carry the now cool grate back to the shelter and place it in the center of the room. I look around the room, finding an old plate and placing the turkey on top. Using a knife, I cut the turkey into strips, and place them on separate plates. Nigel slowly wakes up, smelling the turkey. I place the unused turkey into a sack to eat later, and start chewing through my piece. Isaac takes one as well, trying to figure out how to eat it without utensils.

"Just eat it with your hands," I say, earning a strange look from Isaac, "I've been doing it for four years, at least a day isn't going to hurt." Isaac pokes his, and eventually picks it up, tearing through it as well. Nigel grabs his piece, and does the same. We eat in silence, knowing how long of a day it is bound to be.