Zachariah stood up and slowly walked over to Damon. He touched his arm, healing him. Damon took the sling off and stood up. 

"How did we end up here? What's the significance?" Damon wondered aloud. 

"Also, how are we going to get back?" Finn asked. 

Damon looked around, searching for anything that might be helpful. He settled with drinking some water from the river. As he approached, he now see the pollution and wreckage from the crash infecting the water, so he chose not to drink it. 

As Damon wandered back to the others, he noticed how incredibly quiet it was. 

"It's too quiet," Damon noted. A sudden moment of realization hit him like a brick wall. He turned to look at the dinosaur he had seen just a moment ago. It was standing there, breathing. Staring at them with no good intentions. It stomped, and a swarm of pterodactyls shot up from the trees. 

"Go for the trees!" Damon ordered. They did as he said. Zachariah picked up Keith and they ran as fast as they could in the trees, eventually evading their attack. They turned back to look at the T-Rex, who was still staring at them. It let out a vicious roar, then charged directly at them. 

As it was running, a fiery streak came from the side and collided with its face. It turned to where it was coming from and roared again. Another fiery streak came again. This time, the dinosaur swallowed. It coughed and wheezed, and eventually fell down, dirt flying everywhere.

Damon moved to the side to see where the fiery streaks were coming from, and he saw a campfire and a line of archers. They all turned to look at the Nightwatchers. Then, someone behind them cleared their throat. They turned to see who was behind them. The figure stepped towards, lifting a wooden mask to reveal a very familiar, yet aged, face.

"Boo!"