I took in a breath and opened my eyes, light was in the room. I blinked a couple of times since it was blinding me, breathing slow deep breaths. I slowly sat up, feeling if all my body parts are moving. I looked around and found myself in a hospital bed. Dylan was asleep at the foot of my bed; I smiled and took his hand. He stirred and looked at me, "Leslie?" "Dylan?" "Leslie, you're awake. You're ok." He stood up and came over to me, "What happened?" "You blacked out when Mr. Deck stabbed you." "Is he dead?" "Yes, he's dead." "What about Skull Island, is it burned?" "Sadly, yes. The Indian military is making it into a military base." I looked down, "Wait, what about King Kong?" "He's fine. He's in a zoo where he will be kept safe. Father made sure that he'll be treated well." I nodded, "Well, at least, he's safe. "No one can buy him or anything without legally asking you. King Kong is yours." Dylan handed me a legal document paper that said Kong belongs to me. I smiled, "Can we go see him?" "Of course, let me go get my father." He started to leave, "Dylan?" "Yes?" I pulled him towards me and kissed him, passionately. He smiled as he broke away, "I love you, Dylan Driscoll." "I love you, Leslie Darrow." We smiled, together now and forever.

A few hours later, I was at the zoo. Dylan and Mr. Driscoll waiting in the car. I looked at King Kong, "Hi." He looked at me, he smiled. "I missed you." I hugged his thumb; he picked me up and put me on his shoulder. "King Kong, do you understand what's happening?" He looked at me, "You're new home is here. You live with other animals and the people that work here will take care of you. I own you but you have your own life so it's alright." I understood that I needed to leave, "I'll visit you as much as I can." He took me off his shoulder and looked at me, his eyes sad and didn't want to say goodbye. "Oh, Kong." I hugged him tightly, "Thank you for everything. I love you and always will." He set me down; I took out a picture from my journal and handed it to him. "This is for you." He picked it up, it was a picture of him and I, a sketch. He smiled, "Goodbye, King Kong. I promise that I will never forget you." I rubbed his hand and started to walk away. He roared a sad I'll miss you type of roar. Tears fell as I walked, "Kong?" He looked at me, "We have a relationship that will never die. Know that, remember it, ok?" He nodded. I got into the car, looking out the window. The car pulled out and started to leave, my head was out the window. Kong's eyes and mine looking at each other's, remembering. Smaller and smaller, Kong got.

"You alright?" Dylan asked, "It's hard to say goodbye." He held my hand, "I know, we'll visit him as much as possible. At least, you and he got to see each other." I nodded, "Like my mother, she and I have a special bond. Like how Kong and I have, our relationship will never die." I said, as I put my head on Dylan's shoulder and went to sleep, remembering everything that happened. Remembering me and the famous King Kong.