"All right, Roanoke, let's try this again. I'll be back soon with supplies," England said.

"OK, Mr. England!" Roanoke said. He was a small boy no more than two who looked like North Carolina, but without the piece of hair also known as the Outer Banks and, you know, he was a boy.

The Carolina twins, who were still one colony at the time, and about 5, came and took Roanoke back to their house after they were done waving goodbye to England.

"Hey guys," South Carolina said, "Let's play hide and seek!"

"OK, I'll count!" North Carolina responded. She turned around to face a tree. "One...Two...Three..."

"Roanoke, quick, hide!" South Carolina said, and ran to hide behind some bushes. Roanoke climbed a tree with speed unnatural for someone his age, and hid up high.

"Twenty! Ready or not, here I come!" North Carolina yelled, and she found her brother almost immediately.

They proceeded to look for Roanoke, but couldn't find him after looking for over an hour.

"ROANOKE! COME OUT! YOU WIN!" They called. But Roanoke, paralyzed with a fear of heights, couldn't move or yell out to his friends.

"This is all your fault!" South Carolina accused. "This is your part of the colony, you should know where stuff is!"

"I do know where stuff is, how do you think I found you so fast!" North Carolina said. "Whatever, he's probably at the house now."

But he wasn't at the house.

"Oh, no, what are we going to tell Mr. England!" North Carolina said.

"Calm down! Let me think! We gotta make it look like he disappeared one day, and we didn't do anything," South Carolina said.

"What if we make it look like he moved?"

"Or killed?"

"Or both?"

"How can someone get killed and move?"

"Follow me!" And North Carolina ran out of the house.

"See that island out there?" North Carolina asked her brother.

"Yeah, what about it?" South Carolina said.

"It's called Croatoan Island, and there's also a tribe of indians called Croatoan," She said. "So what if we carve the word Croatoan into this tree, so it looks like they moved, or were chased off or something?"

"That's genius! I'll carve it!" He started to carve the word into a tree, the same tree Roanoke was stuck in, but only got as far as "Cro".

"Wait, make sure you spell it right!"

"It's spelled Crow Tone, right?"

"...Idiot. Give me the knife," North Carolina said, and carved Croatoan into a post on the fort. "Now we just have to play dumb when England comes back."

"Ok, so England should be here any day now," South Carolina said. "Remember, just play dumb!"

Just then, a random person ran up to the colonies.

"War...In...England!" He said, out of breath.

"Wait, what?" said North Carolina.

"England's in a war...with Spain! No...supply ships!"

The two colonies began to cheer at dodging a bullet with England before they realized that they wouldn't be getting many supplies for a while.

(Three years later)

"Roanoke! I'm back!" England called out.

There was no response from Roanoke, who was still terrified and in a tree.

England soon found the post with Croatoan carved in it, and since there was no cross, meaning their dissapearance had not been forced, England assumed he was fine, and left to avoid a storm.

"Wow, he didn't even ask questions," North Carolina said. "I guess he just doesn't care."

(Present Day)

North Carolina was chilling out at her beach house.

Roanoke had gotten over his fear of heights, and finally got down from the tree after almost 500 years. He quickly found North Carolina, and punched her right in the face.

"WHO THE HELL- Roanoke?" She said.

"LOOK IN THE TREES NEXT TIME!"