It's been years since the Jurassic World Incident now, and a lot has happened ever since. The island's Vulcano Mt. Sibo erupted, eliminating most of the dinosaurs left on the planet, mostly because there are others left. Back in 2018, right after the death of Isla Nublar, a group of mercenaries rescued a few groups of dinosaurs from different species, at the same time they were all released into the mainland, the mosasaurus had previously escaped with no explanation, pterosaurs were caught flying off the island after the incident and years later, and even smaller species managed to escape by sneaking into cargo planes or even boats.

Now that the world is being forced to live with these animals, most will be against that idea while a few will be supporting them. The government isn't allowed to put an end to these creatures because they're endangered species, so there's really not much they can do other than relocate them. The creatures are mostly located in California, where they were released into the wild. 

Near the city of Sacramento, in a Mansion isolated from the rest of civilization lived a wealthy family, a father with his two daughters. A woman parked her car by the facade of the house, she stepped out of her car walking towards the door, she rang the doorbell waiting for an answer.

The woman was answered by the father himself, "Mr. Lang?"

The man nodded his head, raising his hand for a handshake, "Good Morning Mrs. Whitlock, come in."

She stepped in, walking into the enormous grand foyer, she couldn't help but notice the lack of steps in the house. She gave the hall another look, following the man as he lead the way. Whitlock, intrigued by the mansion observed the expensive paintings scattered across the walls with old artifacts and even some prehistoric items, she took notice of a great painting of a woman stuck right on the center of everything, "Is that?"

Mr. Lang turned to the woman, eying the painting, "Yes, that is my late wife Eleanor."

"I'm sorry for your loss." Whitlock lamented for the woman's death, looking into the man's eyes.

Mr. Lang gave her a big sigh, "She passed 7 years ago, should've moved on by now, right?" he responded in a dry mode, barely showing any emotion.

Whitlock, who was a therapist felt that the man's behavior toward this event was peculiar, but she decided to ignore it since she wasn't here for him, she was here for somebody else. 

The man stopped by a door, saying, "She's in there, take as much time as you need."

Whitlock gave him an understatement look, letting him go. First, to let her patient get comfortable with her, she knocked on the door, "Hello? I'm Jessica Whitlock, I believe that your father told you about me."

No answer.

"I'm coming in now." Whitlock beamed, opening the door at a slow pace.

And there she was, a young girl, presumably in her early twenties, in a wheelchair. The girl was looking out the huge window, she seemed unhappy.

Whitlock walked by her bed, pulling a chair to sit near the girl, "Missy? Is that correct?"

"Yes." She replied, with a low voice.

"Mhm." The therapist sat up and cleared her throat, "So Missy, your father called me here so-"

"We could talk about the incident." Missy finished the woman's sentence showing no sympathy at all, "I know."

"Right." She pulled out her clipboard from her purse and took some notes, "What do you remember from that day."

Missy answered, still staring into the distance, "Every single detail." 

"For your luck." Jessica assured, "We are not focusing on details today, Missy."

Missy scoffed, "That's a first.", giving the woman a side look.

"Tell me about your mother." Jessica clicked her pen, prompt to listen to the patient.

Missy snorted, deciding on whether she would or wouldn't, but then she spoke, "My mom was honestly the best and kindest woman you would ever meet, she treated you with love and cherish, but I didn't appreciate her as much as I should when she was still alive, now I'm stuck with that asshole."

"Your father loves you." The therapist affirmed, "He worries about you, he summoned me to help you, dear."

"No." Missy laughed, covering her forehead with her arms, "I'm only a pet, he treats me like a pet, he summoned you because he's sick of me, the only reason why I'm still in this house is that I'm stuck in this damn chair."

The woman went completely silent, Missy shocked by her words, teared up.

"Missy." Jessica approached the girl, "It's okay."

Missy wiped her tears, wheeling herself a few inches away from the woman.

"You can't ignore this forever." Whitlock said, sitting back on her chair, "Tell me about after the incident.

Missy sniffled, drying her tears with her shirts, "Doctors, hospitals, procedures, medications."

"Be more specific." Whitlock insisted, leaning towards her.

"I thought you said we wouldn't focus on details." Missy replied teasingly, now drying most of her tears.

The woman stood up, criticizing the girl, "Why won't you just cooperate with me."

"I want you to leave." Missy gritted her teeth, then yelled, "OUT."

Jessica left with no hesitation. Missy gave her another laugh as she watched the woman rush back to her car. She rolled to her bed, shifting from her chair and laying down, now reading a book.