"Alan!" Billy urged frantically, his hands shaking the older man's shoulders roughly. Billy was filled with great disorientation over the events that had taken place. Not only was he informed that they would, indeed, be landing on Isla Sorna, but both Alan and Amy had been knocked unconscious. Billy quickly found himself confused and alone, outnumbered by strangers with no idea what their next plan was. So, he kept his mouth shut, sat back down in his seat quietly, and pretended to listen to Mr. Kirby's distraught excuses and explanations. He was far too shocked to possibly understand what the elder man had been telling him, nor could he process when the plane actually landed. With the plane on the ground and now cleared out, though, he was finally able to take some sort of action over the situation and he worked at waking Alan. "Alan, wake up!"

Alan blinked his eyes open and he sat up, though he was also having trouble understanding what all had happened. He looked at Billy, though his thoughts were a nonsensical mess. "Billy, tell me we didn't land," he muttered as he sat himself up. Alan was still seated on the floor of the plane, and as he slowly played over the events that had previously happened, his panic caused him to grip Billy's shoulder tightly. Billy only flattened his lips and squared his shoulders. "Where... Where's Amy?" Billy bowed his head slightly and his eyes flickered to the back of the plane.

Only then did Alan hear the frantic whispering. "We're back," said the voice, and when the two males landed their sights upon the back of the plane, whatever calm resolve they might have had melted like ice to a flame. All they could see were the tips of her boots peeking out into the aisle, which would lift and wiggle constantly. Alan's heart shuttered painfully at the sight. He shoved Billy away from him and he crawled down the length of the plane and towards the woman. Amy was squeezed between the last chair and the back wall of the plane with her knees curled up to her chest tightly. The woman's eyes were wide and dull, unable to focus on the world she had awoken to as she rocked back and forth with her hands gripping her brown hair tightly. "We're back."

Instantly, the two males were upon her. Alan cradled the woman's face within his palm as he scooted closer to her, trying desperately to comfort her despite not knowing what was fully happening. Amy's breathing was erratic and her eyes bounced around sporadically as she began to mumble nonsensical German words he couldn't translate. "Amethyst, breathe," he said as he mocked-breathed, trying to get her to focus and copy him. The second he spoke those two words, Amy's eyes finally settled on him. First, her breathing stopped completely and her eyes widened, almost as though her mind had come to a shuddering halt. Then, she was upon him with her hands clawing at his clothes like a desperate animal searching for comfort.

"Alan, we're back," the woman gasped through shaking sobs as she buried her face into the white and gray plaid pattern of his shirt. "Lieber Gott, wir sind wieder da, Alan, we can't be back!"

"Hey, it's alright," he eased as his hands rubbed little patterns along her back. Billy also rubbed his palms on her arms and shoulders, both trying to comfort her as they struggled to get a hold on the situation. "We won't be here for long. I'll fix this." Amy could only nod into his chest. Her initial fear was beginning to subside, though shock was settling in. Her cries were growing weaker and her muscles began to relax, giving way to a numb feeling as she all but twitched with violent quivers. From outside the plane, a new sound could be heard. It sounded like yelling, though it was hard to make out. "What is that?" Alan questioned, to which Billy paused and listened, too.

"They've been doing that since we landed. Sounds like they're looking for someone."

"They can't do that!" Alan gently pried Amy's arms from his neck as he began to stand, though the woman's fingers scrambled for their hold on him. "It's alright, Amethyst," he said as he continued to push her away. "I'm getting them back on this plane and we're leaving." Amy hesitated for a moment, then she released him with a small nod. "Billy, you stay with her. I'll be right back." Alan stood and rushed out of the plane.

With Alan gone, Amy instantly curled against Billy as he replaced Alan's spot on the floor. The kid leaned his back against the wall and Amy crawled into his lap and pulled her knees back to her chest. As if on instinct, Billy pulled his own legs up and wrapped his arms around her, making a make-shift cage around the frightened woman. Although Amy rested her head against his chest easily, Billy could still feel her shaking and her muscles were tight again. In order to relieve this, Billy placed a hand against her face and he pressed her a bit harder against him. Things were quiet for a while after that. The only sounds were the raised voices and constant shouting from outside the plane.

"Billy?" Amy suddenly whimpered. Her voice startled the kid and his grip loosened ever so slightly. He waited for her to continue, though she fell quiet. It felt like hours before she said anything again, and when she did speak, part of him wished she hadn't. "Can I tell you something?"

"Yeah, anything."

"I... Billy, I'm pregnant. And I haven't told Alan."

"Okay," was all he could say. His breath hitched very suddenly and he nearly choked on the small word, but he still managed to say it. He felt himself beginning to fill with a new dread of nervousness, though he caught himself from fully panicking. Amy had shared many personal things with him as he did the same with her. They were friends and they were close so, under normal circumstances, conversations similar to this wouldn't have been such a surprise to him. And yet, never once did he ever think he would hear that sentence fall from her lips, and with everything else that was happening, he simply didn't have an idea of how to properly react. Amy wiggled within his grasp and Billy tightened himself around the woman, holding her carefully as she readjusted herself against him.

"I don't know why I haven't," she continued in a soft, broken voice. The sound was dull and empty, but at the same time, it was filled with an array of emotions that neither could understand. "Maybe it's because I didn't want to be, or the fact that I don't even know what me and Alan are. Or, maybe it's because I think I'll lose this one, too... and I didn't want to tell him if there wasn't anything to tell."

Billy gulped uncomfortably with this last statement. Amy had spoken briefly of her first love whom she had once been engaged to fourteen years ago. Though Billy had suspected the true reasoning behind their inevitable break up, Amy had never actually told him. Now, Billy was greatly taken aback by her confession as his worst theory was all but confirmed. He mulled over a response inside his head, then mulled it over again. Nothing seemed like the correct thing to say. Even if he knew what he should possibly say, he wasn't sure he could get the words out. His mouth dropped open, then closed again, his throat stuck closed like he had swallowed a bottle of glue. Then, instead of speaking, Billy replaced his hand on her cheek and he pressed her against his chest again as he dropped his own head on top of hers, his other hand rubbing up and down her frozen arm. Amy reached up her own hand and she clasped it over top of Billy's, pressing the pads of his palms on her cheek while her fingers intertwined with his.

Suddenly, there was a horrifyingly loud roar. Even from inside the plane, Billy and Amy heard it clearly. Amy could have even sworn that she could feel the vibrations of the creature's incredible vocal cords rumbling through the aircraft. "That's a Tyrannosaurus," Billy breathed, though Amy shook her head instantly. Throughout her days on the dreaded island of Isla Nublar, Amy had never heard of such a powerful sound.

"No," she whispered while slowly prying herself from Billy's hold, "it sounds bigger."

"Get on the plane!" The two heard a cry from Mr. Udesky as Mr. Nash came crashing in through the plane entrance, closely followed by Amanda then Paul Kirby. Instantly, Amy and Billy were on their feet, though neither could bring themselves to actually move.

"Alan?" Amy called out, though Alan remained in the entrance.

"What about the other guy?" Alan questioned as Mr. Udesky desperately pushed against Alan's back, trying to force the man inside.

"Cooper's a professional, he can handle himself!" Everyone froze as another roar echoed, followed by the sound of gunshots. Mr. Udesky shouted and shoved himself hard against Alan, who only then entered the plane. Alan pushed and fumbled around the desperate people, fighting his way towards the back and to where Amy and Billy still stood.

Finally, the two met and their hands clasped together frantically. "Alan, what's happening?" Amy begged for his answer, though this came in a vague response as Alan began pulling her down and into a chair.

"It's alright, just put your belt on!" Amy did so without hesitance. Once he was sure the belt was tightened and Amy was secured, he took his own seat next to hers and buckled himself in. Amy reached her arm over the aisle and Alan eagerly took her hand in his, cradling the small appendage in his own way of comforting. The plane shuttered as the blades of the propellers began to spin. Then, the plane was moving. It spun around tightly along the pavement and instantly began back down the runway, crawling to gain speed.

"Paul, we can't!" Amanda shook her head in a denial Amy couldn't comprehend. Whatever her reason for wanting to stay, Amy didn't want to know it so long as they got off this place of Hell and never returned.

Luckily, Paul seemed to think somewhat the same as Amy. "It's alright, it's alright! We'll just circle the island."

Amy could feel the plane begin to bounce lightly as the nose desperately lifted then fell. Mr. Nash was trying to get the plane off the ground, but he wasn't allowing enough speed for the plane to actually take off, which was causing the whole thing to shudder and groan in retaliation. At this rate, the plane would stall before getting ten feet in the air. From far down the runway, a figure appeared and stopped directly in the center of the road. It was human, one arm waving frantically as the other dangled at their side.

"What are you doing?" Paul yelled.

Alan leaned over a seat and pointed his finger. "That's Cooper!"

Despite this, the plane continued speeding forward, the giant metal contraption quickly coming upon the lone man. Cooper did not move. Amy almost choked at the sight and she screamed, "we're going to hit him!" No sooner had the words escaped her throat did an enormous monster come barreling out of the treeline, snatching up Cooper within its giant jaws and crushing him. The group had no time to react as the plane jerked harshly up and they were airborne. The windshield was splattered with blood as the plane clipped the flank of the creature's sail. Sirens blared and buttons flashed, warning them that they had either not gained the speed required or had risen far too quickly, or possibly even from the collision with the creature. In any case, the plane stalled and they quickly lost any altitude they had gained. They were going to crash.

The nose of the plane dropped and they were falling. The first few seconds sailing though the tree branches were rather smooth. Then, they hit their first tree. The left wing smashed against a thick trunk which sent the plane toppling over, though a second hit on the right prevented them from fully flipping. The aircraft tumbled harshly through the jungle, jostling the group horribly as they let out strangled cries. The plane jerked to the left and the side of Amy's head smashed against her window with a dull clunk, momentarily dazing her. The front of the plane crashed into a tree, causing it to spin and Amy was thrown forward, held in her seat only by the belt across her lap. Before she could even catch her breath, the plane landed in a cluster of thick branches and the sudden stop forced Amy's body hard against the chair and knocked the breath out from between her aching ribs. It took her a long, muddled pause before she realized that the plane had finally settled.

Once the rest of the group realized this, too, they were upon each other, all asking if the other was alright. Alan had unclipped his belt and was at Amy's side in mere seconds, his hands sweeping back her long brown hair out from her round, teary eyes and brushing away the trickling mix of sweat and blood that dribbled down her right temple. She could hear Alan saying something, though the ringing in her ears was back and it overwhelmed any other sound. Amy looked at Alan and saw him smiling, though there was dread held within his blue orbs. The ringing within her eardrums began to subside, though it was replaced with a new sound; the sound of her own shrieking.

Amy didn't even realize that the sound was that of her own voice, though when she finally recognized this, she still screamed. The sound was long and broken, crawling its way from her throat with claws of fire and blood, even as she momentarily paused to catch her breath. Alan stood and he held her face to his chest and tried shushing the woman, though it did nothing to help. Amy continued screaming as her hands smacked hard against the armrest of her seat, all of her frustration, horror, and pain scrambling out in an awful, uncontrollable hysteria.

There was a clicking sound as Alan undid her belt. With her restraint gone, Alan lifted her to her feet and he held her, rocked her, whispering into her ear sweet words that meant nothing at all in that terrible moment. The rest of the group only watched on as a great shame came upon them. They attempted to avert their attention to their situation and the possibility of radioing help, though the woman's anguished cries of horror continued to echo inside their skulls. Soon enough, Amy's screams were replaced with deep, rattling sobs. Her legs gave out from under her and Alan had to ease her weight to the floor so that they would not fall. Amy could finally move and she threw her arms around Alan's shoulders, but she could not manage to fully get a grip on the man. Instead, her fingers seized up and she could only use her arms to hold herself to him.

"We haven't landed yet," Billy said from the doorway. He had attempted to open the door, though it was promptly stopped by the trunk of the tree they were trapped in. Amy felt herself completely break at this. The memories of being stuck in the trees inside a Jurassic vehicle entered her thoughts and, despite her tortured dismay, her sobs began to subside as a sudden exhaustion overwhelmed her.

"I can't do this again," she weeped into Alan's shoulder and shook her head pathetically. "Alan, I can't. I can't do this."

"I know, sweetheart. I know," Alan whispered, his large, sturdy hands massaging her back as he worked to quiet the fragile woman in his arms. The plane suddenly rattled. From the front of the plane, there was a new scream. Amanda Kirby shrieked and threw herself from the windshield, her fingers grasping at her husband as she tried to flee. Alan turned on the two instantly. "Keep still!" his own shouts entered the air. "Keep still!"

"Relax! What is it?" Paul yelled. "What is it?"

Amanda stopped flailing and the plane stopped teetering against the branches, but that lasted only within the frame of seconds. The nose of the plane tilted dangerously forward. The group all fell to the floor and began slipping down, their hands scrambling for any hold. Alan, with Amethyst still held tightly in his right arm, hooked his elbow around the legs of a chair and stopped their sliding bodies. The plane quaked and thrashed about until the entire nose was suddenly ripped from its body, revealing not only a severe drop to the ground below, but the very monster that had eaten Nash. It was a Spinosaurus.

Amanda skidded down the steep slope as Nash and Udesky could only hang, still strapped to their seats. Billy and Paul lunged for Amanda and snatched her flailing arms, stopping her descent just as Nash and Udesky undid their belts and began to scramble up the plane. The Spinosaurus shoved its muzzle into the gaping opening and snapped its jaws wildly until it finally landed on flesh. It had bit down directly on Nash's leg. Nash let out a bloody, guttural scream, crying out for help as he was dragged down. The dying man's hands gripped onto Amanda's dangling legs and he began pulling her along with him. Without a thought, Amy threw herself from Alan's arms and dived down towards Amanda. Alan hollered and grabbed her ankles, keeping her from falling completely, though she couldn't be bothered with that thought. They were about to lose two people.

Amy grabbed at Nash's hands, simultaneously trying to detach him from Amanda while also trying to get a good enough grip to pull him to safety. The man and woman both thrashed and clawed, making it difficult for Amy to see what she was doing. Then, her face brightened as Nash's hands slipped away from Amanda and instead grabbed onto her. Amanda kicked herself back into the safety of her husband's arms and away from Amy, who began pulling on Nash. Amy could feel the hands of Billy and Alan raking against her bare legs as they also tried dragging her back, but she would not let go of Nash.

The Spinosaurus yanked it's head back and Amy felt herself skidding across the floor along with Nash. Amy had no time to scream as she looked on in horror at the gaping jaws of three-inch long teeth and no seeable escape. Amy could only watch as she inched closer and closer to the edge, closer to either the jaws of a monster or a sharp fifty-foot drop to the ground below when, suddenly, Nash let her go. Amy flung backwards, slamming against the tangled limbs of Alan and Billy while Nash was thrashed through the open air before he dropped to the ground. The injured man crawled along the damp jungle floor, desperate for an escape, but the dinosaur stomped its incredibly heave foot right onto Nash's back. Amy didn't have the time to look away before the Spinosaurus leaned over, clamped its teeth around Nash's upper body, and ripped him apart. The creature threw its head back, swallowing the destroyed man whole. Then, it turned its sights back to the plane and let out another thunderous roar with a mouth drenched in rancid, dripping blood.

The group jumped into action, racing towards the opposite side of the plane and out of reach of the dinosaur's hungry jaws. This didn't turn out to be the best decision either as the plane tilted with the shift of weight. The plane slipped from the trees and came crashing down in a flurry of ripped metal and broken branches, taking the terrified passengers down with it. The end of the plane crumbled and the entire thing toppled over, slamming down and bouncing from the great force. Amy felt her side collide harshly into something metal, then she rolled over a mass of pulsating bodies and broken plane parts. The woman lifted herself up on shaking arms and took in a deep breath of air as she worked to regain her senses. There was no time for anyone to compose themselves, though, as the plane was not allowed to settle. The Spinosaurus gave a mighty nudge on the plane with its snout, sending the metal craft rolling down a small slope. The group of people inside all screamed as they were thrown and bounced and thrashed over one another. Amy landed on her back and a body landed on top of her, squishing her left shoulder between the gap of an armrest and a seat. She heard a pop rattle down her arm, followed by a horrible burning sensation. Then, she was thrown again, this time towards the opposite side of the plane.

The plane finally rolled to an unsteady stop. Amy blinked hard and hissed through tight jaws as she cradled her now limp arm, tears pouring from the corners of her eyes as she forced her sight to stop spinning. She heard a sudden scream and when she looked up, Amy saw Amanda running out of the destroyed aircraft and into the jungle. Following closely after her was Alan. Amy pushed herself to chase after the two, but she was still dizzy and she stumbled over her own feet and fell, causing the powerful burning sensation to pierce through her entire left side. Paul tried running after his wife and Alan as well, though the distant bellow of the dinosaur sent him diving back into their safety. Thankfully, the other two weren't far behind him. The moment Alan was back inside, Amy tumbled to her feet and collapsed into his arms with a hard sob. However, they were suddenly rolling again and the group was all sent flailing.

Amy landed on her shoulder and she cried out again, her body automatically curling into itself. Glass sprayed in every direction, showering Amy in the broken shards as she tried shielding her face from the dangerous spritz. The bottom of the plane, which now acted as their roof, was being crushed. The plane swayed and rocked with the violent attack of the Spinosaurus above. Amy's frantic eyes bounced around the dark, crushing space as she searched for either Alan or an escape. At the sound of ear-shattering moans and creaks, Amy unconsciously looked up, only to cry out in horror as the roof bowed in and the mouth of the Spinosaurus appeared, tearing through the metal like it was paper. The dinosaur retreated, then dove its head right back down, breaking through a new opening.

Amy was too petrified by the sight to even think. The woman remained on her back as she watched with wide eyes at the Spinosaurus's continued attack, at the hole steadily growing bigger and bigger and the creature's clashing teeth inching closer to her fragile body. Then, a weight crashed directly into her left side and she was flung over onto her stomach by her injured shoulder. Amy wailed out in agony, though the person moving her took no notice as he merely took hold of the back of her ruined tank top and heaved her body along with him. Ignoring her pain for the moment, Amy shoved off the man and she began crawling, following the person who she quickly recognized as Paul Kirby. The two scrambled away from the gaping hole towards the relative safety with the others. Just as she was able to reach the overhang of the crumbled roof, the Spinosaurus dived back in and ripped the hole bigger.

"Follow me! This way!" she heard a familiar voice shout. Just as soon as Alan had said the words, he hooked his arms around Amy's torso and he yanked her along with him as he ran from the crushed plane, leading the entire group into the jungle depths. He did not pause to see who had made it out, nor did he wait and see if the Spinosaurus had noticed their absence. The only thing on his mind was to survive and to make sure Amethyst survived with him.

The group barreled into the brush with little regard as to what direction they were going, or where they would go. Amy ignored the jabbing branches and the rocks that threatened to give way and roll under her footing, so long as she stayed in step with Alan. As quickly as they had entered the jungle, they found themselves emerging from the treeline and onto the edge of a grassy field. They raced forward, their legs finally able to gain some traction that wasn't obstructed by thick clumps of foliage. However, this would also mean the dinosaur trailing them would gain in its advance. Luckily, this thought also passed through Alan's head. "In here!" he cried as he veered off to the right, leading the group right back into the jungle. Although, he dived right between a particularly thick knot of enormous trees, and when the Spinosaurus tried to pursue them, it found its path barricaded. This did not cause the group to slow their pace, though. Through aching, bruised limbs and scorching lungs, they continued on scurrying across the tangled forest floor long after the dreaded bellows of the monstrous creature had subsided from their ears.

Once they could possibly run no further, they all finally came to a stop. Amy wasn't sure how long it was before any one of them regained enough breath to speak, though even if they had, no one said anything. They were all hurt and frightened, and without a sure plan on how to get off the island, what was the point in speaking? That role was reserved for their new leader and Amy wanted no part in it. The people around her must have all thought the same as her, so she kept quiet and instead focused on slowing their thundering hearts.

Amy doubled over herself and she had to steady herself with her hands on her knees, though she instantly recoiled. She could hardly move her left arm at all and the pain was so terrible that it nearly caused her to completely fall over, though she forced herself to remain quiet and steady. This was not the time to check on their injuries, nor was it the place to reveal that she was seriously damaged, if that part was even true. They had only just got to the island and there was a long road ahead to reach safety. She had her breakdown, but now it was time to be strong and accept the situation at hand. After all, there was no going back now.

From the corner of her eye, Amy sized up Alan and scanned over every inch of him as she searched for any visible injuries. Despite a small cut along his right brow, he seemed fine, relatively speaking. She looked around the rest of the group, relieved to see that everyone else had made it and looked to be okay as well. All except Nash, that is. The thought of the poor pilot sent a small jolt through the woman's chest, though she inwardly shook her head and pushed this thought aside. There was no going back, she repeated.

After a while, the group had rested and regained their lost air. Still, no one spoke, for the next words spoken would be the new plan to get out of here and no one was willing to take the lead. The obvious candidate, of course, was Alan, and by a simple glance around the group, Amy could clearly see that everyone else thought the same. Although, Amy wasn't sure that would be good for Alan. Only did he and Amy have the experience to survive, but it had come at a cost. Would he be able to handle doing this all over again with another group's lives in his hands?

Alan suddenly turned to Amy, his blue eyes holding both a knowing and understanding of the situation. He knew what they were waiting for as well as the risk he would be taking, but he was willing to do it. Amy knew this. Still, Alan nodded his head to her; it was a silent request of her permission. He would go through with it even without her permission, yet he still asked. As much as her heart ached to do it, she nodded back.

"I think we lost him," were Alan's choice in words. He was still reeling from the pure shock of everything and the realization of his new responsibilities, but even with his simple words, a silent understanding washed over the group. They would all be following Alan from now on.

Over the years, Amy had come to realize that Alan was a very specific man who needed to plan out things exactly in order for them to turn out just as he wanted. This was shown from how tirelessly he worked on perfecting his speech for the seminar. With no time to prepare for a situation like this, though, Alan had no big, inspiring speech to uplift their spirits, nor did he have any words of comfort. So, he simply started walking in an odd direction. Without any hesitation from the group, they all followed after the man closely.

They had only been walkinging for a few minutes before Alan said his next sentence as their group leader, though it was somehow far more comforting than his first. They had arrived at a thick cluster of shrubs that towered over their heads, blocking their once clear path. When Alan brushed the plants aside, they were met with the sight of pebbled, leather skin, the buzzing of swarming flies, and the stench of stale, rotting meat. "It's okay," Alan informed them confidently, "it's dead." No sooner had he said that did the head of a Tyrannosaurus appear from over the shrubs, it's muzzle caked and dripping in blood with bits of flesh dangling from between its teeth. "Nobody. Move. A muscle," Alan hissed through tight, paralized lips.

It was his third sentence as their leader and his first order. However, the very second the looming monster opened its mouth with its thundering, hideous roar, all but Alan and Amy scattered. Alan cursed under his breath, but it was already too late. Amy grabbed Alan by the arm and spun him around, hauling him away from the murderous dinosaur and towards any direction that would have been safe.

The two easily caught up with the rest of the group in a clearing, though it was not for the reason they would have hoped. Standing directly in their path was the Spinosaurus, heaving and ready to strike the four humans frozen to the forest floor like quaking statues. "Move!" Amy shouted and barged into the first person she came upon, which happened to be Billy. The woman's sporadic yells and shoving seemed to knock some sense into the group and they all finally started running again.

They scrambled and shoved each other as they desperately tried to evade the Spinosaurus and the quickly arriving Tyrannosaurus, knocking over Alan in the process. Amy made a move to grab him, but Billy took her hand in his and ran, dragging her along with him. Despite her pleading and thrashing, Billy would not let her go. The moment they reached the treeline, though, Amy's free hand gripped Billy's arm and she dug her nails into his bare flesh hard like a rabid animal. Billy yelped and released her, though when she turned to make a run for Alan, Billy snatched the back of her shirt and yanked her back to his side, keeping her firmly in place.

The two predatory dinosaurs instantly saw each other as rivals. With one mighty, ear-splitting roar from both, the two creatures attacked. Amy caught sight of Alan on the floor between the dinosaurs and the hope of reaching him in time ignited. She slashed at Billy's hands and tried freeing herself, but the very next instant hit Amy so hard that she felt as though the entire plane had crashed upon her chest and she stopped resisting. In fact, she didn't even feel as though she were alive anymore as her muscles slumped and her body went utterly cold. The Tyrannosaurus had brought its foot down directly onto Alan.

"No..." Amy mumbled as instant tears clouded her vision and fell down her face like a broken faucet. She took a step forward almost as though her body still wanted to run back to him, but she could go no further as Billy swept up the woman into his arms and carried her away. "Alan!" she shrieked, though she made no move to escape Billy again. Her entire body went limp as it rattled uncontrollably with newfound sobs, the great heavy pain in her chest incomparable to any other pain Amy had ever felt in her life.

The two monsters continued to rage as they threw each other around the clearing, sending blood and debris flying in either direction. The Spinosaurus locked its jaws around the throat of the Tyrannosaurus, which flailed about and as it searched for its footing. It was too late, however, for it still slipped. This gave the Spinosaurus the advantage it needed and with one good jerk followed by a sickening crack, its neck was broken. The great creature fell and Amy saw nothing more as Billy continued racing through the trees, chasing after the others who all had also gotten away; everyone, that was, except for Alan.

The group didn't have to run far this time. The Spinosaurus had won the battle and with one last, winning roar, it began its grand feast, now completely uninterested in the tiny humans. When they reached an area they deemed safe and far enough away from the creature, the group came to their stop and they all began to regain their breath once again. That was all, except for Amy. The very second Billy lowered her to the ground and she felt her weight return to her toes, Amy smacked her palm hard across Billy's face. The kid stumbled back, his eyes wide and mouth dropped in shock.

"How could you?" the woman sobbed. She could hardly even see the male through her build up of tears, and still, she attacked him again, this time smashing her hands directly center his chest and sending him flying backwards. "How could you? Ich hätte ihn retten können... Ich hätte zurückgehen und ihn retten können und du hast mich nicht gelassen!" Amy's head began to spin and she stumbled back a few steps. Billy went to help her but she instantly smacked his hands away. Her angered resolve was melting away - she could feel it. She was melting away. She was slipping away from herself and there was no one to save her this time. Amy took another misguided step back and she fell hard to the ground right on her butt. Amy couldn't feel this pain, nor could she feel the pain in her side or even the pain in her shoulder. The only feeling was her heart trapped within the cage of her ribs, throbbing yet not fully beating. The woman crossed her legs and she dropped her face into her palms and she weeped. Amy choked and sputtered and gasped as her very heart cried out, shattered and seeping. "I could have saved him, Billy..."

"Amethyst?"

The entire jungle seemed to come to a sudden, fluttering stop. Amy's head snapped up and her sobbing stopped completely. Standing mere feet away from her, panting hard and looking on with the most confused yet concerned look she had ever seen on anyone's face, was Alan. Amy was standing then, and with only a few short steps, Alan was within her arms with a surprising, bone-crushing strength of desperation and his face was blurred and drowned to nothingness as her lips crashed against his own.

Alan responded instantly. He bent her head back across his arm and he kissed her. It was soft at first, gentle and tender and loving all at once. Then, with a swift gradation of intensity that made her cling to him as the only solid thing in her swaying world, Alan deepened the kiss. His insistent mouth was parting her shaking lips, sending wild tremors along her nerves and awakening sensations she did not know she was capable of feeling, nor had she ever felt before. At least, not with this magnitude or such intensity. This kiss was much like dancing, she thought; like they were spinning across an empty canvas as every soft, little jab of his chin evoked a new wave of color. Amy tried to keep her eyes at least half open as she snuck a quick, guilty peek at Alan every time they parted for air, just to make sure this wasn't a product of her imagination - that he truly was standing there pressed against her. He pulled her in, claiming her mouth again, hungry and intense and pure all at once and she could no longer feel the floor beneath her feet, much like she was levitating. She brought her fingers up to his hair, gripping onto him and pulling him in as close as she possibly could; tethering herself not to their world, but to him and him alone, and Amy suddenly found that she could no longer keep her eyes open.