Rio slowly accepted that he was stranded in an icy wasteland with no way to escape. He knew he would survive as long as his food lasted, but after that, he didn’t know what would happen.

To keep himself going, Rio made a routine. Each morning, he woke up and took the fishing pole he found on the boat to catch fish. Breakfast with Timmy was usually roasted fish, though sometimes he ate a bit of the packaged food that he had rationed. After breakfast, Rio went out to explore, looking for useful materials in the snow.

Whenever Rio saw signs of animals, like tracks or faint sounds, he stayed far away, taking a big detour to avoid danger. Even though he never saw any animals, he was always cautious.

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Rio always came back before evening. Timmy greeted him warmly, and they spent time together before Rio ate an early dinner. Then he would lie down under his blanket, hoping to survive another freezing night.

There was nothing fun about this routine. Every night, Rio prayed that he wouldn’t freeze to death or be attacked by a polar bear.

For the next four months, Rio followed the same routine. Deep down, he knew there was no escape, and he feared what would happen when his food ran out. But for now, all he could do was survive each day as it came.