Inside a commercial building in Costa Rica, Yvelisse Mora has grown mature accepting the deaths of her father and dear ally, Samuel. The girl had stepped up in her life, now serving as Asset Manager, so she could provide for her family back in the Tun-Si National Sanctuary. Yve often visited her mother and cousins to be updated on the Nublar-Tufted Deer repopulation case, but also to catch up with their lives and eat cultural incomparable dishes. Life in the big city was hard and the only she could afford to pay for was her culture. San Jose isn't the largest of cities, but it was just fine for Yvelisse.

As she made her way through the hallways of the building, Yvelisse wiped the sweat off her forehead going directly toward the mail deposit. The classy, formal outfits she has to wear in the office are highly uncomfortable compared to the usual clothes she wore back in the day, leather jackets and sandals are missed. The young adult searches through the archives, finally spotting the mail coming from her mother.

Yvelisse cuts the envelope open it appears to be a postcard of her and a herd of Tufted-Deers on a banana plantation, Yve chuckles before reading her message out loud, "Éwa, Ìs be' tso'? Ye' tsë̀ne bua'ë Be' shkö́ wö̀bla wa Ye' miã́tche." Yvelisse has the biggest smile on her face after reading the message only to be interrupted by not something threatening or disappointing, but someone she wasn't expecting to see or meet at all.

The girl stopped in front of the thin young man as she looked at her in sorrow, "Yvelisse Mora. I'm Waden Smith, but I can go by Waden."

"Yeah." Yvelisse inserted the card into a drawer while looking at him in shock, "I know who you are."

"Good." He exclaimed, walking closer to her, "Then I assume you know why I'm here."

Yvelisse took a deep breath and walked away from him returning to her post, "I do and I have no intention of getting involved with dinosaur mayhem any time soon."

"Not even to discover Jewel's whereabouts?" Waden pointed out, trying to get into her head. 

"Jewel is doing just fine, she's back with her kind." Yvelisse poured coffee into a mug, "Besides she's safe in a private island that was denominated a sanctuary three years ago."

Waden scoffed as he stopped her from leaving, "I understand you lost important people because of the incidents. I did too, she was very important to me. But at the time I was so cowardly that I could barely understand how much she mattered to me." In order to unwind from the awkwardness, he asked, "What's written over there?"

"It's just a card from my mom." Yvelisse responded taking a sip, "In Bri-Bri language."

He raised his eyebrow, "Elaborate?"

Yvelisse sighed with weight on her voice she cleared her throat, "If I were to translate freely, I think it would be something like Greetings, how are you doing? I'm happy for you, do well on your new job, farewell."

"It is nice to know you still embrace your culture even if Nubla is long gone." Waden stated with hopefulness in her voice, "But can you at least listen to what I have to say."

"Fine." She said as she sighed heavily, "You have five minutes."

"This is about the Island in Africa, one I'm well aware that you survived." Waden pulled up a chair sitting on it backward as he leaned his arms on the back, "Truth is I've been there around the same time as you, and trust me my one goal is to officially make it a sanctuary."

"I thought it was already deemed one." Yvelisse confessed as she took a sip from her coffee, "You said it yourself three years ago."

Waden shook his heading disapproval, "No that's what I assumed, as much as I wanted it to happen it wasn't approved by the UN."

"That's terrible." Yvelisse said, she understands the measures it takes to protect animals and their respective homes, "I still don't understand why you need my help for this."

He searched through his folder handing out paperwork to her, "The government offered me a possibility to prove the island has the potential to become a sanctuary for those creatures as its completely isolated from civilization, but I can't do that by myself, they needed another witness, it had to be you, I couldn't come into contact with other survivors."

Yvelisse placed the papers on a desk nearby, she didn't reply for a while considering his offer quietly.

"I need to know now." Waden said as he took the papers back into his bag, "The transport is leaving tomorrow."

The girl turned around looking at him confidently, "I'm doing this, not for me, not for the government, but for the dinosaurs, the people I've lost, because that's what they expect from me."

"Good." Waden nodded his head, "I'm texting you more information later."

Yvelissed observed as the man walked out of the building, she took a final sip from her coffee knowing that this only meant she'd be putting herself into more danger but it had to be done, or else she wouldn't be able to honor them the way she expects herself to do so.