James was worried for Mr. Watson. He seemed very troubled. Maybe someone in his family died? Maybe he was scared to be lost? He was scared to be lost too, so he could understand that. Or, well, he should've or would've been scared. He didn't really know why he felt so calm all of a sudden. He looked up when he heard the boy with the bear speak, and he sounded pretty terrified as well.
He didn't really have an explanation for the boy though. He didn't know why or how they got here either, but he wondered if it was anything like his storybooks. Did he suddenly become a part of a big adventure? Were they the chosen ones to do something? Was it that big, or was it simpler?
"I don't know," he answered the boy quietly. "But it'll be alright, I think. Yeah," he looked down at Mr. Watson, gave a pat on his back - like his papa always did for him - and gave him a hug. His arms were a little too short to hug him all the way around, but James figured it was the thought that counted.
"It'll be okay Mr. Watson."
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