Once he'd plated his food, he poured himself a second cup of coffee, then sat at his dinette table.
He'd just about finished his meal when he heard a noise, faint at first, then growing stronger. Curious, he walked to the exterior door, opened it, and stood on the first step down so he could hear more clearly.
Sirens.
Hmm. Guess somebody else figured out that good ol' Jake's not doing so well lately.
He went back inside long enough to put on his shoes, then locked up his motorhome and went to investigate.
He arrived at Jake's camper just before an ambulance came into view. A very worried-looking co-worker named Ralph approached him.
"I knew he wasn't feeling well yesterday so I thought I'd check on him, and he won't wake up," Ralph babbled, clearly upset. "So, I dialed 911."
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