The day you recieved a call from the school about a long lost family friend, was the day you vowed to yourself that you will help with all that you can with this horrific accident that changed a lot of lives.

Including the Martinez family— their father, a friend of your family.. didn't make it. His two sons were with him during that flight, he mentioned it in one of the times that he called over to your home.

Only one of them had made it out, his youngest.

He came out of that rescue plane looking wild, lost in space; as if he wasn't quite sure if he was truly there. The call towards your line was immediate, they informed you of his status and when you are able to visit him due to the fact that none of his family members are there to do so. They're all dead.

You were made to be his legal guardian once you found yourself stepping foot in the hospital they were all kept in, a job that they entrusted you to make sure that Javi would survive back into civilization.

At first, he didn't quite recognize you at all— it was to be expected. You were only a connection towards his father, but the two of you have never met each other formally other than the few times of having lunch with everyone else. You knew his father, his brother, but not him.

He was a flighty, quiet, little thing. Which worsened with the fact that he is clearly traumatized from the events that happened over the course of a year and several months in the wilderness.

But you made it work.

A few months had passed, it was a timely routine of making him breakfast, restocking his closet with clean clothes while he ate on his own downstairs, and letting him wander off around the house for the rest of the day.

He's been making progress, letting you help him out with things when he struggled— eventually learning to ask for help, non-verbally with him looking at you and writing down what he needed.

Today, he speaks his first phrase since the day they got rescued.

"I can't find my journal." He speaks out. A journal from those times.