A harsh thud echoed through the jungle as Alan's fist collided with the jaw of Paul Kirby, sending the man stumbling back into the brush. The group had finally reached an area they deemed safe and far enough away from the Spinosaurus, so they had stopped to catch their breath and come up with a plan. However, Mr. Kirby almost instantly went to try and reason as to why he had brought them here and ultimately led to them being stranded. No one understood the man's blabbering, nor did they care at that moment. There was simply too much indignation and confusion circling around that, in the spur of the moment, Alan punched Mr. Kirby. Amy had enough built up rage to do it herself, though she was currently in far too much shock to bother with the Kirby's or anyone else at all. Instead, she remained seated on the forest floor, trying to ignore the oncoming fight between the two men as she worked to process everything that had just happened. Alan took a step toward Mr. Kirby, his fist raised and ready for a second attack, when Amanda Kirby suddenly intervened.

"No, no, no! Please - please, don't!" she begged with her hands raised in surrender. Amy couldn't help but to roll her eyes at the blonde's actions. Both Kirbys were in the wrong, not just Paul. They both had to take responsibility for what had happened and offer some sort of clarification. However, the Kirbys had the tendency to run around the issue with no clear answer in sight and everyone had lost their patience.

"It's time you did some explaining, Mr. Kirby," Alan snapped around Amanda with an accusatory finger pointed directly at Paul's face. Billy and Udesky lingered behind Alan, their hands on their hips and irritated looks on their exhausted faces. Amy remained on the floor, though she held the same look as the three men as she eyed the Kirbys.

Amanda outstretched a hand to Paul, who instantly began rummaging inside of his pockets. After a few seconds of shuffling, he retrieved whatever it was he was looking for and he handed it to his wife, who then handed it to Alan. It was a dark leathered wallet. "Open it," Amanda urged, trembling. Alan gave her a suspicious look and gave a short flick of his wrist, flipping the wallet open. The very second his eyes focused on the image inside, a surprising revelation came upon him. "That's our son, Eric. He went parasailing near this island a couple weeks ago and we haven't heard from him since."

"We called everyone. We did everything we could," Paul said as he stood himself back on shaky legs. Alan twisted the wallet within his fingers a few more times before handing it to Billy, who also began searching through it. "No one would help us," Paul continued, "the Costa Rican government said this was a no-fly zone. The U.S. Embassy - that's our U.S. Embassy! - told us that we should accept the inevitable. Can you believe that?"

Billy tossed the wallet to Amy, who caught it easily from the air. She flipped it open and immediately saw what had caused Alan to look so shocked. It was a picture of a boy. The child couldn't have been older than thirteen with thick, shaggy brown hair, round blue eyes, and a big toothy grin. "We're here for a kid?" Amy whispered, her words faint and shattered as her jaw dropped.

"You let a twelve year old go parasailing alone?" Billy questioned, voicing Amy's own silent concerns. She couldn't believe that this had all happened for a lost child; a child that had no business being anywhere near this island in the first place.

"No!" Paul instantly huffed out.

"He wasn't alone," Amanda clarified. "He was with a friend."

"Ben Hilderbrand."

Amy knew just by that tone alone that there was some animosity towards this so-called friend, at least on Mr. Paul Kirby's side. Amanda sighed softly, her fingers nervously playing with her short blonde hair. "Paul and I divorced over a year ago-"

"Alright, so why me? Why Amy?" Alan interrupted. The ex-couple were beginning their runaround again.

Paul and Amanda both straightened themselves at the firm tone of the man, their mouths shutting instantly. Then, Paul cleared his throat and he mumbled, "he said we needed someone who's been on the island before," he gestured to Udesky.

Udesky held no tolerance for this accusation. "Yes, but I did not tell you to kidnap somebody!"

"I have never been on this island," Alan hissed as a hand ran through his hair, frustrated.

Paul looked shocked for a moment, then he continued to insist, "sure you have! You wrote that book."

Amy groaned into her hands, her head beginning to ache greatly. "This isn't Jurassic Park," she whined hopelessly into the air. Over the years, countless people have made this mistake. That was one of the main reasons the media had blown up all over again after the San Diego incident, flocking to their dig site with a whole new array of questions. It wasn't surprising, though. After all, InGen never publicly announced the existence of the original island to the press, but for some reason, Amy thought they had finally gotten it through the public's heads that she and Alan had never even seen Isla Sorna. Evidently, that was just hopeful thinking.

Unable to find her voice again, Billy placed a comforting hand on the back of Amy's head and he spoke for her. "That was Isla Nublar. This is Isla Sorna, Site B."

"You mean, there are two islands with dinosaurs on them?" Udesky asked, though the Kirbys abruptly attacked the poor man.

"Oh, God, please," Amanda snapped.

"Just stay out of this!" Paul cried.

Alan raised his hands and yelled, his voice drowning them out and shushing them in an instant. "Alright, so how long have they been missing?"

Paul paused momentarily, then he looked to his ex wife, searching for some support for his answer. "Eight weeks?"

Amanda nodded. "Almost eight weeks now."

Alan blinked dumbly while Amy gawked wide-eyed up at the two. Amy could understand on some level why the Kirbys were so insistent in finding their child - Hell, Amy would go to the ends of the Earth if that was her missing baby. That being said, there was no way Amy would have ever dragged innocent people on an island inhabited by scientifically engineered monsters for some fruitless search. There was no way a twelve year old could have survived on this island for eight weeks, even if he was with someone. Everyone knew it, though no one would dare say that out loud. Not even Alan could say it. With a deep, heavy sigh, Alan called out for Billy and Amy and he gestured for them to step away. Billy helped Amy to her feet and the two followed Alan just out of earshot from the Kirbys and Udesky.

"We'll go back to the plane, salvage what we can. Then we'll make for the coast," he mumbled, speaking his plan just as fast as he came up with it. It wasn't the greatest plan seeing as the Kirbys would fight against this, but it was the only logical next move.

Paul must have caught on to what they were discussing and he was fast in getting his final point across. "Dr. Grant, we're not leaving this island without our son."

"Then you can go look for him. Or, you can stick with us as long as you don't hold us up. Either way, you probably won't get off this island alive," Alan countered rather harshly. Amy nudged his side, though she couldn't bring herself to say anything differently. She was still unbelievably angry with this entire ridiculous situation, but just as before, she understood where the Kirbys were coming from. They had finally made it to the notoriously banned island to look for their son and it would take far more than a plane crash and a chase through the jungle by a Spinosaurus to derail them now. Also, from that last sentence of Alan's, the image of Nash slipping from her hands and falling to his death flashed behind Amy's eyes, causing her stomach to churn. She didn't want to lose anyone else, even if they were a delusional ex-couple. Alan glanced at her and his lips flattened, a silent, sad understanding passing between the two. Then, his eyes widened and he did a double-take. "What happened to your shoulder?"

"What?" Amy's brow furrowed. She glanced down to her right shoulder, then back up at Alan, only further confused. "Nothing?" Alan gripped her left arm and tugged her towards him, causing her to gasp with a sudden sharp pain. Her eyes jumped to his grip on her and she nearly choked at what she saw. Her entire left shoulder had blossomed into a sickly bruise, the odd colored skin sticking out from the edge of her collar and around a strangely protruding bone. Her lips formed an unspoken curse as she blinked in a foolish startle. How had she missed this?

"It's dislocated," Billy said, his finger coming up to prod at the discolored flesh. Amy reacted instantly as she jerked away from his touch, her uninjured hand coming up to guard herself.

"It's fine, it doesn't hurt," she all but growled at the two while slowly backing away, not allowing them the opportunity to disprove her. The two advanced still and Amy began to panic, feeling all too caged and vulnerable. "Stop, I said it's fine! You don't need to worry about me."

Alan reached for her. "Amethyst, we're just trying to help-"

"Well you can't, so don't worry about it," she spit out.

"Just let me look at it-"

"Stop it!"

"Actually, I know how to fix it." Amy and Alan froze. Their eyes drifted from the accusatory glares at one another and instead landed on Billy, who only smiled boyishly and shrugged at their newly questioning looks. "I dislocated mine when I hit the cliffs in New Zealand. My friends relocated it, it's actually pretty simple!"

Amy swallowed thickly. The thought of Billy man-handling her injured arm wasn't pleasing at all, though this at least opened up some plan of escape from the situation. So, she forced a nod. "Okay... That's a good thought, but let's put a pin in it. It doesn't hurt that bad, so let's just all focus on getting back to the plane for now."

Luckily, the men seemed satisfied enough with that. When Amy was sure neither one would try to attack her or her shoulder again, she allowed them to approach her and the three began their trek through the jungle while the Kirbys and Udesky stayed back to argue further. Alan, careful not to jostle her shoulder, wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in close to his side. Amy pulled away slightly as she peered up at him suspiciously. "You won't really let Billy anywhere near me, right?" she murmured with a raised brow, the question not completely a joke.

Alan scoffed through a smirk. "As much as I'd like to keep Junior away from you, it depends on how crazy his plan is. You might need that arm."

"Well yeah, but you're my doc, remember? Can't we just make a sling out of a bandana or something and call it good?"

"Fresh out of bandanas, I'm afraid."

Amy rolled her eyes. "The one time you don't have a secret bandana stash when we actually need one."

Soon enough, the Kirbys and Udesky caught up with them and the small group of six stalked their way back to the site of the plane crash, careful to take a large detour around the direction of the Spinosaurus. Once there, they all began searching through the rubble for anything that could have been of use. Udesky found a machete, Billy found his lucky camera bag, and the two Kirbys found their luggage and went around the plane to change. Amy was jealous of the two. Seeing as no one else knew they would be landing and possibly staying, they were the only ones with clean clothes. Amy was stuck wearing a tarnished white tank, ripped jean shorts, and tanned boots caked with mud. She kicked a shredded piece of metal and groaned at her bad luck, wishing she could just go home and take the world's longest shower.

From a few yards away, Billy called for her and she dragged herself over. Billy seemed far too happy with their circumstance. It wasn't his fault since he had no idea what to expect, but it still irritated the woman. Although, she also felt somewhat uplifted by his eagerness. It was better than everyone acting all doom and gloom, she supposed. The kid was currently taking photos of one of the footprints left behind by the Spinosaurus with an anxious smile. "Look at how well defined this is!" he all but gushed, pointing at the print as though he had just uncovered the world's most well preserved cast. "You can see every wrinkle!"

"How would you classify it, Billy?" Alan suddenly asked from behind them. Alan had found his hat along with a tanned jacket and his bag. Within his hands he held another piece of clothing, which he tossed to Amy. It was an extra jacket that was packed inside his bag. It wasn't as thick as the one he wore now, but it was perfect for Amy. With a small passing thank you, she shuffled her arms into the jacket, careful to hide her pain from the men when she moved her left arm.

Luckily, they didn't seem to detect her grimace as Alan squatted down between her and Billy. Billy was too focused on the muddy footprint to notice anything other than Alan's question anyway. "Well, it's a super-predator... A Suchomimus? That snout," he made an odd gesture with his hands leading from his face and out.

Alan shook his head. "No, think bigger."

"Baryonyx?"

"Not with that sail."

Alan revealed a lost tooth from the creature from his pocket, which he handed to Billy. Before he could give his final answer, though, Amy found herself speaking for him. "Spinosaurus aegyptiacus."

Billy spun the tiny, deadly object within his hands, looking over every inch of the yellowed thing as he slowly pondered over something inside his head. "I don't remember that on InGen's list."

"That's because it wasn't on their list," Alan mumbled, "and it makes me wonder what else they were up to."

That sent a terribly cold shiver down Amy's spine. Not only were they unprepared for being on this island in the first place, but now they had no idea what kind of creatures to expect. There could be Utahraptors on this island for all they knew! That along with the Spinosaurus and the fact that there were most definitely Velociraptors here greatly diminished their chances of survival. And, by the looks of Paul Kirby struggling to put his backpack on, it would be a miracle if any of them even reached the coast at all.

Amy, Alan, and Billy all passed around an apprehensive look as Paul continued to struggle with the bag straps out of the corners of their eyes. Alan and Billy, Amy thought, really couldn't have made a poorer choice in personage for this so called "excursion of a lifetime," as Billy had put it. Amy leaned in closer to the two males, her eyes narrowing in criticism. "Tell me, exactly what business is Mr. Kirby in again?"

"Kirby Enterprises. Apparently they're rich and adventurous and have gone on every tour imaginable," Billy rolled his eyes. Obviously, this wasn't true. By the looks of the awkward man before them, Amy would bet that Paul Kirby had never even once gone camping, let alone traveled the world. Suddenly, Billy stood and he began walking towards Paul. After a short, vague glance, Amy and Alan stood and followed after him. "So, Mr. Kirby, tell me," the kid started, catching the older man's attention. "When you climbed K2, did you base camp at twenty-five thousand or thirty thousand feet?"

Paul hesitated for a moment as he worked to come up with an answer. Amy could already tell that, no matter the words he spoke next, Paul would be lying through his teeth. "Thirty thousand feet. W-we were pretty close to the top."

"You were about a thousand feet above it, actually."

"No, no," Paul backtracked, "that's a common mistake!"

"Mr. Kirby," Alan cut in through tight lips, "there's no such thing as Kirby Enterprises, is there?"

Paul's eyes flickered and he shuffled his feet uncomfortably. His entire plan was unraveling and he was searching for a way to alleviate this, and Amy wondered what lie he would say next. When the man finally did speak again, Amy was taken aback and she felt her head swim uncomfortably. "It's Kirby Paint and Tile Plus... The Plus stands for bathroom fixtures."

"You own a bathroom supply shop..?" she questioned, the words almost sounding unreal to her own ears.

"We're in the Westgate Shopping Center. Enid, Oklahoma."

"So, I don't suppose that check you wrote us is any good," Billy huffed matter of factly while shoving his hands deep into his pockets. Alan could only laugh in utter bewilderment.

"I will pay you what I owe you-"

"This is good," Alan hissed through a disbelieving smile and a chuckle that sounded all too dissociated from reality. "Here we are, in the worst place in the world, and we're not even getting paid!" He swung his bag over his shoulder, placed a hand on Amy's side, and guided her as he stomped away from Paul Kirby the Hardware Store owner. Amy did not resist as her body had gone numb and her mind fuzzy. It was like she had walked into a cloud of pure deception and confusion and she couldn't see a way to get her head above this suffocating mist that sucked the air out from her.

Paul hurried after the trio, still trying to regain some control over these awful events. "Alright, now, wait, fellas! Hold on, I'll make this up to you! If you ever do a bathroom, or-or a kitchen, I'll give you the supplies for free!"

With that said, Amy broke away from Alan and she dived into a nearby bush where she heaved and choked, her body working to vomit despite her stomach still being empty. The group waited in silence for her to finish, though Amy shooed them away between her wet gasp with the promise of catching up. Only Alan waited, and once she was certain that her body had calmed enough for her to stand, she stormed straight past him and towards the group, not allowing Alan to speak of any sympathy or questions. She felt the urge to throw up again when they discovered that the pilot Udesky wasn't a mercenary, but a booking agent. Thankfully, she was able to better restrain herself with this news.

Time passed by terribly slowly after that. They walked in the direction Alan was sure the coast would be in, not one person daring to make small talk. Amy wished someone would speak, though. The quiet was only giving way for intrusive thoughts of danger, death, and lies and it all but drove her mad. The more they dragged on with nothing but the sounds of the birds to accompany them, the sicker Amy grew. Every possible outcome drove around her head miles a minute, swirling with the sounds of the wild jungle that she felt would swallow her whole at any second. She was so caught up in her own dark mind that, when the silence was finally broken, Amy nearly jumped out of her own skin. Amanda had suddenly called out for her son. She was quickly quieted by both Paul and Alan, though it did little to actually keep her mouth shut as she began to spout off ramblings of plans of action, which were all shot down. So, she insisted on shouting for Eric.

"Would you stop that? Dr. Grant says this is very dangerous territory," Paul was trying to tell her, though the woman hardly seemed to hear him at all.

"Maybe we should split up. You know, we could cover twice as much."

"Dr. Young says that's a bad idea."

"Dr. Grant says this, Dr. Young says that..."

"Well, what's the use in hiring experts if we're not going to use their advice?"

"Except they aren't looking for Eric, they're looking for the coast!"

"Alright then, fine! Go ahead and scream! And when that Tricycloplots attacks you, don't come crying to me."

"Don't worry, I won't."

"What? What did you say?"

"Nothing."

"No, what did you say?"

"Nevermind! God, Paul, just drop it!" This immediately drove the two into a heated argument that Amy couldn't even discern the words from one another. Paul was trying to fix his relationship between Alan and Amy while Amanda was only focused on finding her son, which didn't go over kindly between the two. As their voices muddled into accusations and insults, Amy wondered how the two were ever married in the first place.

A thought entered her mind, then, and she leaned over to Alan and Billy. "We don't fight like that, do we?" she questioned, to which the two men chuckled awkwardly at. "What? We don't, do we?"

"Good news is," Billy began as he fought to form a serious look through a smile, "you two aren't quite as annoying as them."

"Well," Alan trailed off with a mischievous grin. Amy slapped him lightly against his chest, causing all three to laugh.

"If we split up, I'm going with you guys," Udesky suddenly muttered from behind them. Amy had to cover her face as she laughed even harder. Then, from up ahead, Paul shouted for Alan as he pointed frantically down their path. In the short distance, something bright red was spotted hanging in a tree. The group all ran towards the object which, upon closer inspection, turned out to be a parachute. It must have looked familiar, for the realization caused the Kirbys to begin crying out for Eric all over again, every cautious warning going completely unheeded.

"Mr. Kirby! Mrs. Kirby!" Alan yelled over them, silencing the two once more. "The chances are remote that they're still in the vicinity."

Amanda huffed and crossed her arms firmly over her chest. "Then what do you expect us to do?"

Alan was quiet at that. They all knew that Eric and Ben were most likely already dead. Alan wasn't the greatest at telling bad news such as this in what would be a considerate way, so Amy squeezed his hand, letting him know that she would speak for him. However, she found herself struggling for the words as well. It was hard enough swallowing the fact that they would all most certainly die here, but to tell someone that their child was probably dead?

In the end, she couldn't tell them the truth either. "How about we search the area and look for clues." Amanda jumped at this and she frantically began to search around the small clearing. Amy knew she should have told the Kirbys right then and there what she was thinking - what they were all thinking - but she simply couldn't bring herself to actually say the words. So, Amy swallowed her own tongue and they all joined in on the Kirbys search.

Emanating from the dangling fabric in the trees, there was a faint smell. It was a horrible smell that caused Amy's nose to scrunch and she backed away with a concealed gag. If her stomach wasn't empty before, it certainly would have been now. Not wanting to find out the scent's origin, Amy busied herself with pointless searching through the grass. If there was any evidence to find such as footprints, they would be long gone by now. Even if Ben and Eric were somehow alive, there was no telling where they could have wandered off to. Their best chance at finding them is if they also were headed to the coast, which would be hard to convince Amanda of even with evidence as she seemed hellbent on storming the entire island.

"Hey guys?" Udesky called from a few feet away. He was squatting in a tall patch of grass, his hands lifting up something black. Amanda was on him in an instant, crying out that he had found her camera. She snatched the object from Udesky's hands and began to click the buttons, but it was dead. "I've got an idea," Udesky said. He unscrewed the top of his flashlight and dumped out the batteries into his hand, which he transferred into the camera. With the batteries in place, the small screen lit up and the happy voice of a boy began playing.

Amy, Alan, and Billy surrounded Udesky and the Kirbys, looking over their shoulder at the tiny image playing. It was of Eric on a beach throwing a frisbee, laughing and enjoying the day. "I shot this the morning they disappeared," Amanda whispered while clutching a lifejacket to her chest like it was her security blanket.

The film progressed, skipping from the beach to what Amy assumed was Amanda's and Ben's home, then to the island they sailed beside. The carefree atmosphere was slowly displaced as the camera panned over the boat they were attached to, which was now void of any other people. Then, the camera cut and the image was replaced to Eric and Ben crashing through the trees and getting caught. Ben unhooked the kid, which sent him falling to the forest floor hard. The last thing on the camera was Ben saying he was going to unclip himself as well before Eric noticed the camera was still recording and he clicked it off, making the screen go black. There was no footage after that.

"He's alive," Paul gasped, a new hope flaring. "I know he's alive. We're gonna find him!"

The group dispersed as the Kirbys searched for any more signs of Ben and Eric. Amy chewed on her bottom lip nervously. Paul and Amanda were so excited by this proof, but it wasn't real proof of anything. All the camera showed was that they made it to the island, not that they were still alive. Amy couldn't help but to think that this would only make things harder for the couple if any bodies were to appear.

"Can you fly one of those?" she heard Alan ask. She turned her attention to him, who was looking up at the parachute with Billy.

"Maybe," the kid shrugged. "As long as the sail's not torn." That was good enough for Alan and the two began pulling on the parachute, trying to detach it from the branches. As they tugged on the fabric, the putrid smell Amy had noticed before began to grow, causing her to stay put as far away from the thing as she could. She couldn't exactly explain the smell or even guess as to what could be causing it, but it almost smelled like rot.

Just as this thought entered her mind, the branches overhead snapped and a body fell from the trees, landing right on Amanda. The woman shrieked, her arms thrashing about as she found herself ensnared against the decaying body by red cable wires. Paul and Udesky went to help her, though this only made her flail and entangle herself further. Amy tried to join in the mix, her injury momentarily forgotten as she reached out to help, though Alan must have sensed her sudden decision as he quickly threw his arms around her waist and lifted her from the ground, keeping her from breaking free.

"Careful, careful! You'll hurt yourself!" he yelled, yet Amy still struggled against him. By the time he finally set her down, Amanda had already escaped the cable wires and had darted off into the jungle, screaming the entire way. "Get her back, Mr. Kirby!" Alan instructed. Paul wasted no time in running after the woman, disappearing within the waking arms of the brush as he called after his ex wife. "Amethyst, are you alright?" Alan turned his attention to Amy, his voice much gentler now as his grip on her eased. Only then did Amy realize just how hard she was breathing. Her chest felt like a thousand drums were rampaging between her ribcage and her skin had broken out into a cold sweat. She was unable to make sense of the images tumbling around her head or the words that scrambled from her throat.

"Alan, what if that was you? What if that was you and I found you dead and what if it was you?"

"Hey, hey, you're alright," careful of her shoulder, Alan spun her around so that she was facing him and his hands clasped on either side of her face. "Look at me, Amethyst, I'm alright."

Amy looked at Alan and she saw Alan, yet her panic did not subside. With all the terrible, bloody scenarios that had been plaguing her mind all these hours, she hadn't noticed that they all lacked one thing; him. Even after everything that had happened, her subconscious was unable to imagine Alan harmed in any way. It just didn't seem like a possibility to her. Or, rather, she didn't want to believe that this strong, powerful, intelligent man could succumb to something like a dinosaur, especially after he had seemingly escaped death so easily by emerging from under a Tyrannosaurus' foot only a couple hours before. Seeing the rotting body of Amanda's boyfriend hanging from the trees, though, unleashed something within Amy. It uncovered the truth that she had been hiding herself away from; the reality that Alan was still human, and that while on this island, she could do everything in her power to protect him and it would all mean nothing. Every deadly scene she had thought up could happen to him at any moment and he wouldn't emerge unscathed again.

"Besides, you can't get rid of me that easily."

Amy blinked up at the man, her chest beginning to settle as she processed his words. Then, she shoved him. "Damn it, Alan, are you really joking about this? What the Hell is wrong with you?"

"Amy, I didn't mean-"

"No! Ich kann dir jetzt verdammt noch mal nicht glauben. Von all den rücksichtslosen Arschlöchern!" Alan went to reach for her, but Amy evaded his hands and she raised a warning finger, stopping him in his tracks. "Fass mich verdammt noch mal nicht an! Just... leave me alone," Amy spat out harshly, hot, furious tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes. With one lingering glare, Amy stormed off in the direction the Kirbys had disappeared off to, not stopping to think of whether this was even the correct direction towards the coast or not. She had to take a step away from Alan and clear her head enough to keep herself from crying and that's all she was focused on, for if she were to focus on anything different, the images of Alan hanging from the tree would appear.

Alan and Billy watched her go, the men rather stunned by both her outburst and the dead man in the trees. Alan desperately wanted to chase after Amy - to say what, he wasn't sure, but he knew he had to say something. However, he was unable to force his legs to move, nor did his voice form the unspoken word of her name. By the time Alan felt like he could finally do something, that he could finally breathe, Amy was already gone. Defeated, Alan's head dropped and he let out a low, rumbling sigh as he ran a hand through his sweaty hair. Then, there was a hand against his shoulder and he met the eyes of Billy.

"You know, you can ask if you ever need any advice," he said. Alan swallowed thickly in order to keep down his own outburst. Instead, he forced his thin lips into a smile and he settled his own hand against Billy's shoulder.

"Billy, I don't need advice from you on how to talk to Amy." He gave the kid a pat that may have been a bit too heavy handed, then trailed out in the direction Amy and the Kirbys had gone to, fuming inwardly to himself along the way.