When Ralph awoke, he saw a bright light.
A fire.
Then Jack.
"Look who's finally awake," Jack smiled coldly.
"Jack..." Ralph said, delerious, "Your hair is..."
"Blonde?" Jack asked, "Oh yes, this old thing? A wig." He cast it off and tossed it in the fire. The flames licked it up and soared, as if begging for more. Ralph had a feeling he'd be the next one tossed in the fire.
"Why am I here?" was Ralph's next question, "What could you possibly want from me?"
"Those are two very good questions," Jack replied, "Why are you here and what could I want from you? Let me explain.
"You see, ever since I went back home to my parents, everything began to fall apart. My parents were outcasts because of the stories that went around. My father's buisness lost money. He beat me and my mother looked away. They both disowned me. I was miserable.
"I began to think of how these stories came to be. Obviously, these stories wouldn't be told if we hadn't been rescued. And it's your fault we were rescued."
"My fault?" Ralph was confused, "How is it my fault?"
"If you had joined my tribe," Jack said angrily, "none of this would've ever happened."
"It's not my fault you set the forest on fire!" Ralph shouted, "That was your tribe's decision."
"You caused us to do it," Jack said simply, "and because of it, I have no friends. My family considers me a disgrace. Now I will get revenge. I'll be back at dawn. Say your prayers, Ralph, because when I get back, you'll pay for what you caused."
Then, he was gone.