As Amy marched her way through the thick foliage, she was finally able to get a grip on herself enough to regulate her breathing back to somewhat normal. Even so, her cheeks remained flushed and her heart throbbed heavily. Every second she blinked her eyes, all she could see was Alan's rotting body dangling lifelessly in a pit of darkness, but then his inconsiderate words would replay in her mind and she wanted to punch him. It was impossible to wrap her mind around why on Earth he would think that was the proper time to make jokes. Then she would think back to their days at Jurassic Park where he had said something similar and she all at once felt terrible for her outburst again. Her emotions haven't been the most steady these past few weeks, that she knew, but this day was like an emotional rollercoaster she wasn't strapped into. At this rate she would die of stress, she thought glumly, before any dinosaur had the chance to get to her.

"Dr. Grant, Dr. Young! You should come look at this!" the voice of Paul Kirby suddenly shouted from somewhere within the brush, and it startled Amy. She had been so caught up in her own muddled mind that she had completely forgotten that she had originally set out in search of the Kirbys. Luckily, they didn't sound too far and Amy let out a sigh of relief that she hadn't gotten herself lost.

Amy changed her course of direction towards Paul's voice, quickly coming upon the edge of a wet creek just behind the Kirbys. As she stepped past the treeline, she saw from the corner of her eye Alan and Udesky emerge from the brush as well. The group slowly regrouped, all looking at Paul for answers as to why he had called them, but the man's only response was pointing a shaky finger to the creek's edge. Amy's eyes followed the motion and she gasped lightly, taking a small, unsettled step back. Dug up from the seeping mud were scattered mounds filled with clusters of dirty, oval shaped objects that glowed a dull white against the black, soppy dirt. It was a nesting ground. Alan, ever the scientist, leaned down next to one of the nests to inspect the bleached eggs. Amy felt words of warning catch in her throat. She wanted to tell him to stay back, though the words were lodged in her dry mouth and she was unable to make a sound. The muscles in her legs twitched, begging for the opportunity to run as far away from this area as possible as she felt a great uneasiness crawling through her bloodstream, turning her cold. She knew there was something sinister about this area, almost like some horrible beast was lurking in the shadows, watching their every move. It wasn't until Alan jumped back to his feet that she understood why she suddenly felt so fearful. Somehow, Amy knew exactly what these eggs were, but she did not realize this until Alan said that word out loud.

"Raptor."

From the same direction Alan and Udesky had come, Billy slowly crept up. He was in the process of stuffing the now folded parasail into his bag, but upon seeing the nesting ground, his eyes went wide and he paused. With the sight of Billy, Amy felt her heartbeat spike and she was suddenly able to speak again. "We have to go. Now." No one was opposed to this as no sooner as the words left her lips did everyone start out walking again, this time with a bit more haste than before. At first, the only things on their minds were to get out of the area in any way they could, though Amy remembered their destination and she quickly herded the group in the direction she remembered Alan said the coast should be.

"We're going to find him," she heard Paul's comforting words to his ex wife, even though his voice now shook. "Are you listening to me? We're going to find him. Kid's got resources. Remember what it was like trying to ground him?"

"Where's Billy?" Alan suddenly asked. Amy stopped in her tracks, her head snapping back to look over her shoulder. Quickly, her caramel eyes scanned the faces of the group, searching for the sky blue orbs beaming behind crazed sandy hair. She didn't see him.

"Billy?" she called just as Alan began back-tracking towards the clutch of nests. Just as fast, Amy followed him, watching as he disappeared into the forest. With every heavy step of her foot and every branch she pushed aside came an anxiety that rose from deep inside of her. She called for Billy again, then for Alan, but there was no response. Her legs moved quicker, her lungs began to burn, and she yelled for them again. Amy flung herself around the hanging branches of a tree and she came to a sudden halt so quickly that her legs stunted and she nearly flew forward, directly into the back of Alan. Amy paused as she stared at Alan and Billy, who both simply looked back at her. "Guys, what the Hell?" she demanded.

Alan shook his head and huffed, "Junior here wanted pictures of the eggs."

Amy's eyes flickered to Billy, who sheepishly shrugged in turn. Amy let out a rough groan and she slapped the kid's shoulder a bit too hard, causing him to yelp slightly. "Don't do that!" she ordered him.

Billy only pouted and rubbed at his now sore shoulder. "I'm sorry! Damn, that hurts."

Alan pointed a warning finger at Billy, though his scowl had now lessened. "If I lose you, it's just me, Amy, and the damned tourist."

"Wow, don't sound so thrilled," Amy scoffed and crossed her arms with vexation, though she immediately gasped at the sharp pain in her shoulder and she dropped them back to her sides. The two men stared at her for a moment, both looking as though they were going to say something, though Amy cut them off. "No doting!" Their mouths snapped shut. All of a sudden, Amy began to laugh. She couldn't help herself. Soon enough, the two men joined in the laughing and just like that, any animosity between the three was gone. Just like he always did, Alan wrapped his arm around Amy's shoulders and they began to make their way back to the Kirbys and Udesky. Billy remained slightly behind as he struggled slightly with his bag, but once the straps were fixed he rushed up to Amy's side. "Am I going to have to put a leash on you?" the woman joked with a sly grin. She offered him her hand and the kid groaned childishly, though he still took it.

Once reunited with the rest of the group, the six misfits returned to their journey through the dinosaur infested jungle. Thankfully, the events of the day must have finally gotten to the Kirbys, for neither one opened their mouths for a while. Everyone was exhausted, though any mention of stopping was shot down. When Paul or Amanda did finally get the energy to speak again, which were either complaints of wanting to rest or to call out for Eric, Alan would inform the group that the longer they stayed in the jungle and the more noise they made, the higher chances of getting eaten were. That shut everyone up for good.

After what must have been hours later, the humidity was finally proving to be too much for everyone. Amy's head swam sickeningly and sweat dripped profusely down her flushed brow and neck and it was becoming increasingly harder to breathe properly. This heat was unlike anything she had experienced, even when at Isla Nublar. The altitude must have been higher here as well which made the air thinner, only adding to the list of struggles of the day. Just when Amy was about to bite down her pride and suggest they take a break, Udesky spotted something from a break in the trees overhead. Amy could have jumped with joy at the sight. They were high up on a hill looking down into a valley; a valley that held an abandoned compound. The building was huge and overgrown, obviously abandoned many years ago as the prehistoric world had begun taking over its walls some time ago. Even so, the group couldn't contain their excitement at the discovery.

"I bet you Eric's in there! Don't you think?" Paul asked. Then, he shoved his way past Alan and Amy and began to rush down the hillside. "I bet my bottom dollar!" The group had no choice but to follow, though Amy wasn't going to complain. Being inside of any man made structure was God sent at this point.

"What do you think it is?" Billy questioned.

From the rear of the group, Udesky answered. "As far as I'm concerned, it's the four seasons."

It took the group just over an hour to trek down the hill, though it felt much quicker to them. With every further step they took towards the building, the higher their hopes for the much needed food and supplies grew and the faster they went. By the time they reached ground level, they were all but jogging towards the sanctuary until, finally, they reached the clearing. The building was absolutely huge - far bigger than anything Amy would have guessed. The old, dilapidated walls towered overhead as they passed by abandoned vehicles, which were all ominously overgrown with ferns and vines. The windows of the building were shattered and the front doors sloped on rusted hinges, leaving the doorway wide open to the world. Amy's gratefulness began to deteriorate slowly as a new feeling of dread began to settle as the group came to a slow step. There was an unease hanging over them now that they saw the place had been left completely unsecured against the outside world, though they were all far too tired to go back now. So, they entered the compound.

Amy crept in nervously, giving her eyes time to focus on the new darkness. For a moment, it didn't seem like they had gotten out of the jungle at all. The only telling sign that they were in a previously man created structure were the busted walls and crumbling tables. Amy's ears perked, straining for any suspicious sounds of something lurking behind the broken support beams, when Paul suddenly shouted for Eric. Everyone was quick to shush him, though he seemed to hardly notice at all as his eyes landed on something. It was a phone.

The once white plastic was now overtaken with splotched moss and a thick layer of dust, but it was definitely a phone. For a moment, Amy felt her heart stop. "What the Hell," Amanda demanded incredulously. She walked right up to the table and her hand landed on the phone, though she hesitated. Her foot tapped and her fingers clenched. The rest of the group watched on, all holding their breaths in anticipation. Then, Amanda ripped the phone off of the receiver and put it up to her ear. Just as fast as she had done it, she slammed it back down and the group let out a collective sigh of disappointment. Of course they wouldn't be blessed with working phones. After all, luck like that couldn't happen twice.

The group dispersed as they quietly searched the building for anything that could have been useful. The further they traveled inside, the darker the rooms got and the more Amy wanted to leave. She thought they would be safe here, though this place was obviously just as dangerous as it was outside. She could only think of one good reason to keep searching. "Alan," she whispered, too scared to raise her voice at all, "do you think they have any radios in here? Maybe we can catch a signal, send out a distress call."

"Yeah, maybe-"

"Who's got some change?" asked Paul, his loud voice making Amy jump. They all whipped around to see what the man could possibly be talking about, only to be met with the sight of vending machines. The breakroom was so dim that Amy had missed them at first, but now that she knew that they were there, she could see the snack foods as clear as she would have with the light of day. Paul was shuffling through his wallet, trying to count out change through the darkness. "It only takes quarters. I've got... a buck ten."

No sooner had he said that did Billy send his foot crashing through the glass of another vending machine, shattering it instantly. "Jesus, Billy!" Amy yelped, though Billy ignored her. He shoved an arm between the broken glass and began shoveling out whatever snacks he could into a makeshift pocket he made out of the front of his shirt before tossing the woman a little baggie. She caught it easily, and once she peered at the object clutched within her hands and saw that it was her favorite bag of ruffle chips, her frightened anger was gone. She must have been making a face because Billy began to snicker at the young woman. Amy sneered hotly, but said nothing more as she greedily tore into the bag and stuffed a stale chip into her eager mouth.

Billy distributed the goods and placed the extras into a bag. The only one who had yet to get any food was Paul, who stood still with his money clutched within his limp hands. A new look of determination overtook his features and he stuffed the change into his back pocket. Paul took a few steps back, lifted himself onto one foot, and smashed his boot against the machine. The glass bounced against the pressure, then settled with not even a mark left behind. Defeated, Paul begrudgingly took a chocolate bar from Amanda and the group continued forward, Paul now with a new limp.

Before they could leave the room, Billy called out for Amy and she stopped. The kid was standing next to an empty table, his hands patting the musty top with a large grin. Amy gulped down her final mouthful of chips as she raised a suspicious brow. "What are you doing?"

"It's the perfect height to fix your arm!"

Instantly, the blood drained from the woman's face. She took a small step back and unconsciously shook her head, her eyes wide and horrified at the suggestion. "You're not touching me, kid."

"Come on, it'll be over in a second!"

"Alan," Amy called in a small, shaken voice. Alan was quick to appear, though by the look on his face, he must have been expecting something far more sinister than Billy.

"What's wrong?"

"Billy's got a plan... Go ahead, tell him, Billy."

Billy, completely unaware of the fear tangled within Amy's words, was eager to explain. "All you have to do is lay down on the table and hold this bag and the weight will pop your shoulder back in place!" Amy gaped at the kid, too stunned to speak. She swallowed, opened her mouth, and still said nothing. Billy shrugged his shoulders and let out a goofy, innocent laugh. "What? It's foolproof!"

Unconsciously, Amy grabbed Alan's arm and she huddled close to him, not daring to take her eyes off the bright eyed kid. "Alan, tell him why that's a bad idea."

"I think you should let him do it."

"What?" Amy jumped back, now shaking.

Alan repositioned his hat and he sighed heavily, his lips flattening as he searched for the correct words to say next. "Look, I don't know how to do any of this, or how to help you, but you are going to need that arm. And, as much as I hate to admit it, Billy can help."

"Yeah, come on, Amethyst! It'll be easy!"

"Don't push it," Amy snapped, though there was no malice behind the words. Amy desperately wanted to come up with some excuse as to why this was a horrible idea, though besides Billy being the one to do it, she could think of nothing. Reluctantly, she gave a single, forceful nod and took a step forward. She paused. Alan gently nudged her forward, urging her to continue on. Once she was close enough to the old table, Alan lifted her onto the corner and Billy instructed her to lay face down.

"Now just dangle your arm down and relax."

Amy did so, though she was unable to fully relax her muscles. Every part of her was incredibly tense, so much so that she even had a hard time resting her cheek against the cold surface of the tabletop. Alan rounded the table so that he was on her right side and he took her hand, which she gripped almost painfully hard. He leaned down so that he was eye level with the woman, his free hand coming to rest against her cheek. On her left, she felt the rough fabric of Billy's lucky bag strap against her fingertips. "Is it too late to back out?" she mumbled, quivering.

Alan brushed back a few strands of her brunette hair and tucked it behind her ear. "You'll be fine. I won't let the kid manhandle you too much."

"Thank God," she rolled her eyes sarcastically, causing Alan to chuckle. Billy told her to grip the strap and she did so.

Slowly, Billy began to slip his grip off the bag, gradually letting the weight pull her dangling, limp arm down. There was a low, painful throb, then it was sharp and all too intense. Amy's right hand, which was still holding onto Alan's, shot to her mouth and she forced their joined fist hard against her mouth, muffling a shout. She huffed hard through her nose and her body tensed again as hot tears formed in the corners of her eyes. Billy paused and allowed her the chance to catch her breath, and after a few moments, she nodded and they started again. Her arm continued to inch down and the pain steadily increased with each second. Burning cries echoed within her throat and she had to bite down on her fingers to keep herself from fully screaming. She could hear Alan whispering to her, though she could make out no words as her ears were ringing awfully. Then, just as fast as the full weight of the bag was released, there was a subtle pop and her arm went numb. All that was left was a hot throbbing, tingly sensation, but the pain itself had almost completely disappeared. She sat up and lifted the appendage, twisting and flexing her fingers to check her mobility. It hurt, though not nearly as bad as what it had before and she had for more range in mobility. "Damn, thanks, Billy."

Billy snickered and he lifted his bag up proudly. "Lucky bag!"

"Yeah... God, what do you have in that thing?"

Billy's smile faltered for a split second, though he was quick to cover it with a goofy shrug. "Just camera things."

"Who knew camera things could be so heavy." Amy felt a small tug on a strand of her hair and she flinched, only to see Alan. The man was reaching to wipe a tear from her cheek. "Oh, thank you."

"Just wanted to make sure you kept up that strong face for the others. Between you and me, they need it a Hell of a lot more than I do," he said the last part lowly with a small glance over his shoulder at the Kirbys and Udesky, who remained a good few feet back. Amy giggled and she allowed him to wipe away the stray tears. Then, she felt him squeeze her right hand. "I will need this hand back, though."

"Oh!" Amy released his hand, which had become red from how hard she held it. Despite this, Alan took her hand again and he raised it to his lips and he placed a kiss against her knuckles. Amy felt her cheeks flush and she averted her eyes, suddenly shy. "Don't get all soppy on me now, Dr. Grant. You're not out of the doghouse yet."

"I can live with that. For now."

Amy scoffed, "cocky bastard," and gave him a quick peck on the lips. He helped her off the table and, finally, the group was moving again.

The small breakroom led to a deep hallway, which rounded much like a slowly slithering snake deeper and deeper inside. At first it only grew darker, so much so that Amy could hardly make out Alan walking in front of her. Then, the hall began to brighten as a new light seeped from around yet another corner. When they finally reached the next set of doors, they found themselves upon a platform which overlooked what must have been a hatchery of some kind. The room was large and spanned out far with odd metallic, round structures hooked up to tubing lining the walls. The six inched down the rusted metal staircase, mouths open and eyes wide at the sight of the old equipment. It was as though the scientist had simply picked up and left for the work day with full intentions to come back, yet they never did. It was unnerving, to say the least.

Upon closer inspection, there were two types of the strange containers. There were round incubators with coiled tubes and moldy glass domes showing old, broken eggs and rotting nests. "This is how you make dinosaurs?" Amanda asked, her fingers brushing over a shattered eggshell.

"No," Alan answered, his voice dull. "This is how you play God."

The six edged down the aisles, the only sounds being their shoes crunching on discarded eggshells and the flashing shutters of Billy's camera. The second containers on the left side of the aisle were cylindrical, all glass gestation tubes filled with a foggy green liquid and floating dinosaur embryos and fetuses hooked up to wires. Amy took a special interest in these. She could even manage a guess as to what three of them were; an Apatosaurus, Stegosaurus, and Tyrannosaurus.

When Amy saw these little, lifeless infants suspended in what must have been formaldehyde, she felt a sudden aching in her chest and her hands subconsciously rubbed at the new weight in her lower stomach. Was that how her baby looked? Like a miniature floating human with hands and fingers and toes? Did it have a nose? Amy nearly smiled at that, then she gulped thickly at the sudden memory of the baby she had lost. She had lost him - Markus - at just over three months. Week fourteen, to be specific; only two days into her second trimester.

She didn't even know how far along she was with this one, but if her mental time frame was correct, then that is about where she should be now. A small smile appeared upon her lips at the thought; a tiny, three month old her and Alan waiting to greet the world. Her smile faltered. Would Alan want a little her and him? Yes, he had somewhat outgrown his disdain for children and learned to tolerate them, but that didn't necessarily mean he would want one. God, what had she gotten herself into...

Just then, there was a scream from down the aisle. Amy flinched and screamed herself, her eyes bouncing around to find the source. It was Amanda. Amanda had been looking at one of the dinosaur fetuses when a Velociraptor had appeared. The creature was now snapping and thrashing at the woman's face, stopped only by two tanks that, luckily, were bolted to the ground, which held the raptor back. Almost on instinct, Amy lunged forward and grabbed Amanda by the arm, hauling her away as she yelled for her to run. The rest of the group had already bolted, leaving Amy and Amanda behind as they scrambled for safety.

Amy could feel her boots skidding against the eggshells, yet she did not let this deter her and she continued to drag Amanda along with her. They two women chased after the men, their leg muscles throbbing and hearts pounding as they darted down a hallway and slipped and stumbled around corners. Amy only just caught a glimpse of Udesky taking a hard right turn up ahead and she darted forward, using the walls as momentum to urge herself forward. When they finally turned the last corner, Amy was met with the sight of another large room, this one filled with built-in enclosure like cages. The others were already at the metal fencing with Paul desperately yanking and shoving against a gate, though the bars refused to move. "It's locked!"

The sound of heavy stomping accompanied by sickening clicks echoed through the halls behind them, only to come to a sudden slippery stop directly behind them. Amy felt her breath catch in her throat, the joints of her neck jerking as she turned her head, begging her to simply ignore the sudden quiet. However, Amy still looked, and she was met face to face with the raptor. The enormous creature peered down the hall with beady, hungry eyes, it's small, razor sharp teeth glistening with ravenous saliva through what could only be described as a sneer. The raptor let out a low, gritty growl, and pushed itself forward on powerful legs, charging directly at Amy and Amanda.

Much like roaches to a light, the group scattered. Amy felt a tug on her left arm as Amanda darted in one direction, though Amy's only thought through her panic was the pain of her injured arm. Instinctively, she let go of Amanda's hand and she ran for the closest safety she could see. The moment Amy was close enough to him, Alan wrapped a sturdy arm around Amy's waist and he snatched her close to his side while the other arm grappled at a gate and he pulled it in, enclosing him, Amy, Paul, and Udesky into a small cage. From across the hall, Billy and Amanda had done the same with another gate. However, the hideous creature threw itself against the bars and it snapped and thrashed wildly only inches away from Billy's and Amanda's faces. The Velociraptor was far too strong for the two and the gate was forcefully shoved in, forcing Billy and Amanda back into a small triangular corner.

The gate shuttered and jumbled about as Billy and Amanda desperately tried holding it shut, though Amy could tell that they were no match for the powerful predator before them. The Raptor shoved its claws and forced its teeth around the bars and it pulled, seemingly trying to open the gate. "They're not strong enough to hold it!" Amy cried out and she began to slap her hands on the bars, yelling and hollering. The men joined in her desperate attempt to derail the raptor, though it was obvious that it had no interest in them at all. It already had its prey cornered and nothing would stop it now. The raptor suddenly froze, its tail wagging dangerously as it stared at the terrified Billy and Amanda. Its tail drooped and its head slowly looked up. Amy copied the action and pure terror sucked the breath from her lips. There was an opening at the top of the gate.

The raptor clawed its large talons between the gaps of the fencing and pulled itself up onto the gate. It clawed its other foot through a bit higher than the first, then used its razor taloned arms to haul itself up even further. "It's climbing!" Udesky shouted. Without a thought, Amy kicked open the gate and she raced across the hall, and once she was close enough, she slammed herself right against the side of the Velociraptor, sending them both scattering to the ground. The creature let out a screech as it tumbled with a harsh thud, its legs kicking out sporadically as it slid across the floor and directly into the enclosure.

"Shut the door!" Amy screamed.

"Push!" Amanda shouted and she and Billy began to shove the gate. Amy pushed herself up onto her side and kicked the gate, helping to fully slam it close. Billy slid the lock hatch in place, trapping the creature inside. He then snatched Amy back onto her feet and the group ran down the hall, the dinosaur now squawking in an odd sound that Amy had never heard before. Alan froze, paralyzed by an amazed revelation.

"Oh my God. He's calling for help!"

"Alan, for God's sake, move!" Amy begged, yanking on his arm. Finally, he was moving and they scrambled across the corridor, down the winding halls, and back outside the compound. They charged through the rundown parking lot and disappeared into the treeline, heading deep into the wild jungle once more.