THE SIGHT STUNNED ROBYN. Right in front of her laid a fully grown Triceratops, groaning in pain, a trainer standing over it. The giant lying before her was one of her favourites. As much as she wanted to admire the creature, her zoologist instincts kicked in.

"Can I?" She asked the worker, gesturing for her to touch the gentle giant.

"Of course," he nodded. Robyn carefully made her way towards the triceratops and laid her palms flush against the rough, thick reddish-brown skin. "Don't be scared. It's okay. Muldoon tranquillizer her for me, she's sick," the trainer spoke to the rest of the group.

She rounded the dinosaur to kneel in front of her head, next to Ellie. Ellie gently retrieved something off of the giant's touch and examined it with Robyn. "Microvesicles. That's interesting," she spoke with a wince. "What are her symptoms?" She asked the trainer.

"Imbalance, disorientation, laboured breathing. It seems to happen every six weeks or so," he answered while handing Ellie a flashlight.

"Six weeks?" Robyn checked, whilst examining the white drool forming at the edge of the triceratops mouth. The trainer nodded with a sigh, wishing he could've helped his animal earlier on.

"They're dilated," Ellie announced, directing her flashlight into the dino's eyes. "That's pharmacological. From a local plant life," Ellie concluded whilst standing up. The other blonde scientist was a paleobotanist so she knew what sort of plants herbivores should and shouldn't eat.

Robyn retrieved a pair of plastic gloves from her satchel and slid them on to inspect the foam dribbling out of the triceratops' mouth. The Australian nodded along with Ellie's words. "I agree. You see this white drool?" She scrapped up a small sample on her covered fingertip and showed it to the trainer. "I'd say she ate something she shouldn't have. Plus with the dilated eyes, laboured breathing and orientation, she most likely ate a lot it."

Ellie knelt down by a plant. "Is this West Indian lilac?"

"Yes. We know they're toxic, but the animals don't eat them," the trainer answered.

"Are you sure?" Ellie clarified, picking at the plant tenderly.

"Pretty sure."

Ellie sighed, standing back up. "There's only one way to be positive. I have to see the dinosaur's droppings."

"Dino... droppings? Droppings?" Ian checked, startled by Ellie's statement.

Ellie nodded, turning to Robyn quickly after. "Robyn, do you have any long sleeve gloves on you?"

She nodded, searching in her satchel for a pair of long-sleeved plastic gloves and handing them to Ellie, while she remained by the dinosaur's head. Ellie thanked her and then walked off to find the dino's stool. "Why do you have, uh, long sleeve gloves just - just lying in your bag?" Ian asked.

"I'm a zoologist," Robyn said. "You never know when you're going meet a cow that's giving birth or when you need to dig around in dino droppings," she half-joked. It was ridiculous to always carry around veterinary equipment in case of an animal emergency - it would be very unlikely for her to come across an injured deer on the way to the supermarket. Although it was a low possibility, it was never zero. And in this case, she was glad she had it.

Ian chuckled, crouching down beside her to see the dino up close. "So what do you think is wrong with her?"

Robyn sighed with a shrug. "Well, with the poisonous plants, we can only assume that she ate them and that's the cause of illness, but until Ellie's done checking the droppings, we can't be sure."

"Hey, Robyn! Come here," Tim shouted over to his older friend. The little boy was standing by the lilac bush, his hands on his knees as he peered down at the plant. Ian stood first, offering his hand down at Robyn. The tall man hauled the blonde up to her feet. It wasn't clear if what Ian did next was intentional or not - as Ian pulled her up, he brought his arm back a bit further back, bring Robyn chest-to-chest with himself. The close proximity brought a blush to Robyn's freckled cheeks. "Robyn!" Tim shouted once again. The scientists pulled apart from each other hastily, both going over to see what Tim wanted. "I read in a book that dinosaurs ate rocks and there's some near the lilac."

Robyn knelt by the plant, picking up one of the smooth rocks next to the lilac. "That's right. We can only assume that they did. Well, do. People believed it was so the herbivores could break down tough food or to help control their buoyancy," Robyn examined the rock in her hand with a nod.

"They're pretty close to the plant, what if some of the petals fell and the dino ate them by accident?" Tim questioned, leaning over Robyn's shoulder.

She nodded. "Yeah, you've got to be right, Timmy," Tim grinned. The young boy liked praise, especially praise based off of his dinosaur knowledge. Before anyone could speak again, thunder rumbled overhead.

"Doctors, if you please, I have to insist that we get moving," Gennaro nervously requested.

"I'd like to stay with Dr HArding and finish up with the trike," Ellie requested.

"Sure," Harding, the trainer, nodded. "I'll drop her off at the centre before I make it to the boat," He said, reassuring Alan's worried expression. After Alan and Ellie clarified the situation with each other for another moment, the group made their way back to the car.

Jimmy grasped Robyn's arm before she could make it to the second jeep with Alan and Ian. "Oh, Jimmy! What's up?"

Jimmy rolled his eyes, catching Robyn off guard. "I'm surprised you remembered my name."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Robyn chuckled.

The brunet scoffed, his grip on the blonde's arm tightening slightly. "I've barely said two words to me since we got here. Since you met Dr Malcolm," he sneered.

Robyn snorted, trying to get her arm back from Jimmy's death grin, but to no avail. "What? You jealous or something?" She joked. But when Jimmy said nothing. "Oh my god. You are jealous! Why?!"

"Why?" Jimmy scoffed. "Because I'm fucking in love with you and you don't realise it. And when some stranger comes along and winks at you, you act like a stupid teenager slut around her crush!"

Robyn was shocked. She didn't say a word. She was furious, embarrassed and humiliated. But she didn't have the strength to walk away. That was until Jimmy took her silence to his advantage. He leant forward, about to kiss his friend. But Robyn leaned away, she ripped her arm away from him. "Fuck you, James Franks," She rarely ever used Jimmy's real name - he would have to really piss her off. So from the disgust and hatred dripping from her words practically slapped Jimmy in the face.

She could've hit him, but realised she didn't even want to look at him, let alone touch him - even if it was aggressive. She stormed away, her hands clenched around the handle of her satchel tightly, her eyes staring dead ahead.

Robyn pulled the car door open and jumped into the back seat, slamming the door behind her. In the front, Ian and Alan jumped in surprise at the aggressive sound. "Are, uh, you alright, Robbie?" Ian asked, twisting around in the passenger seat to look at the visibly angry woman.

She didn't answer straight away. Her brown eyes were stared out of the front window at the jeep in front of her. Ian and Alan followed her gaze to see an equally annoyed Jimmy walking towards the driver's seat of the first car. "Did something happen with Jimmy?" Alan asked, turning back to Robyn.

"Is it normal for a man to confess his love for a woman and call her a 'stupid slut' in the same sentence?" She asked, crossing her arms, her eyes narrowing at Jimmy.

Alan and Ian gasped in shock. "No," Ian said in disbelief, as he stared disapprovingly at the brunet's disappearing figure.

Robyn nodded with a huff. "Yep. Wish I never invited him."

"Wait, John didn't invite him?" Alan asked.

Robyn shrugged, calming down slightly with Alan and Ian's presence. "Not really. He asked me to come here, and then I stupidly said 'what about Jimmy'?"

The two men chuckled, turning around just as the cars started up again down the track. "What a dickhead," Ian muttered.