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[goingtodorking]

Some children are born completely without imagination. They may look like they imagine, but what they're actually doing is going through the motions and following in footsteps. They make no discoveries of their own

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[start_a_rumpus]

Max is bored. Joe is at work and Jason is off somewhere and he's clearly got to be really, really bored if he's willing to play with a girl. Karen's not that bad really, but still.

"What're you doing?" he asks after hanging around and watching for a few minutes.

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"We're trying to decide what to play," explains Karen. For a boy, Max isn't so bad when he's not being mean about the island; he reminds her of Ben a bit. "You could play with us, couldn't he, Josie?"

Josiah, for his part, just regards them both placidly. Sometimes, he really reminds Karen of Shadow.

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Max doesn't really want to play with a baby, but that's probably mean to say so he won't.

"What can you play with a baby?" he ask gingerly. "I mean, he can't really run or anything, right? What does he do?"

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"Well, we can play anything, really," says Karen, hands on her hips. "He doesn't really play. Usually he just sits there or crawls around on his own and ignores me."

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"But we can't like, play battles because he can't follow us," he points out. "I guess we can stay here. Because we're under siege from an invading army! Of...of dead zombie pirates."

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"They want to make us just like them!" says Karen, a look of abject horror on her face as she looks down at Josiah. "We have to protect him!"