One day, Jack was just chilling sitting under the big bay window of his room at North's Place- when.
"Jack?" North's booming voice echoed through the humbled hall, making the whole entirety of the house, including his room, shake violently.
"In here, North!" Jack hollered. He could hear North's booming footsteps from down the hall as they began to inch closer and closer to the direction of his room, until...
"Knock, knock. Can North come in?" Sadly, though, there was no reply to speak of; only the sound of heavy breathing. Though he heard nothing but breathing, the self-proclaimed fatherly figure let himself in- hopeful the boy was alright.
"I don't know if North should be telling you this, but..." North took a breath before continuing. "There is a place, a magical place- an island paradise- where a boy just like you resides."
"Wow! That sounds... great, North. But why-?"
"Why is North telling you this, eh?" he chuckled.
The young boy nodded.
"Well, "maybe North is telling you this because he feels that this will help Jack out of his loneliness, eh?
... Course North understands if you don't want to go"
"Thanks, North, I'll- I'll think about it."