Matthew remembered being very lonely. Waking up everyday, alone, in the cabin he'd been in since the start. He didn't know where he was exactly- just in a big, big forest, and if he got too far he'd lose where his cabin was, so he never strayed too far. At one point of the year, it would get so hot that it felt like even shedding off his clothes could not lessen the heat his sickening and dried body would contain. And then at another point, it would get so cold he couldn't leave the cabin because of the snow blocking the door in. Sometimes, the snow would be so high it would cover the windows, leaving him in darkness. But he wasn't alone anymore. Not for a while, since happening upon someone that got lost in the spring. The details were foggy—got too far from camp, could no longer make their way again—but when they didn't get scared of him, Matthew was over the moon. He'd found someone that wasn't afraid of him. So it was only natural, for him to keep them in his den. Out of trouble, and out of harm's way. His perfect little treasure.