It was beautiful! The creature right before our eyes groaned and I gasped again.

"What, uh, what is it?" Ian asked from behind me, scratching his head.

"Triceratops," I replied, not taking my eyes off the amazing animal.

There was a man standing beside the creature, handing something to Ellie, who was muttering to herself.

"Can I touch it?" I asked, getting the mans attention.

"Yes. Be careful though. She's sick," he replied, looking back at the dinosaur.

I nodded and walked forward slowly, so as not to scare her. I reached out and put my hand on the rough surface of her skin, which was scaly and dry.

I laughed, turning to look at Ian. He was standing off to the side, not really paying attention to much.

"It seems to happen about every six weeks," the vet said, answering something Ellie had asked.

Alan was opposite me, leaning against her belly, the force of her breath moving him up and down.

"Every six weeks?" Ellie checked.

"Yeah."

"Her eyes are dilated," she said, looking up around her at the plants.

"That's pharmacological. From local plant life," she added, standing up and walking around the clearing. The boy, Tim I heard his name was, followed her.

I turned back to the Triceratops, moving now to her horns, feeling the rough bark-like feel of them.

"Is this West Indian Lilac?" Ellie asked. The vet stood up and walked over to her.

"Yes. We know they're poisonous but the animals don't eat it," he assured her.

"Are you sure?" She asked. I walked over to the three of them, trying to listen to their conversation.

"Pretty sure," he answered.

"I'll have to see her droppings to be sure..." she trailed off, dropping the leaf she was holding.

"Dino droppings? Droppings?" Ian asked, startling me. I hadn't realised he followed me over. Ellie didn't reply.

Ellie charged off and I sighed, trying to keep up with her.

We rounded a corner and discovered a large cluster of dinosaur droppings and I grimaced, trying not to be sick from the smell.

Alan and I followed her over to a smaller pile, if you could call it that. It was about the size of a small tree. The vet handed her a pair of plastic gloves which she took gratefully.

After she pulled the gloves on, she reached into the rancid pile of faeces and I gagged. The smell was pungent enough without going through it.

I stepped away from the group of people and saw Ian making his way over. He pulled his sunglasses off and stood in front of a particularly large pile.

"That is one big pile of shit..." he said, nodding his head slightly. I laughed and shook my head.

We both walked over as Ellie was leaving.

"She's, uh... tenacious..." Ian trailed off, watching her walk back over to the trike.

"You have no idea," Alan replied, following her.

"You will, uh, remember to wash your hands before you eat anything." Ian called out to Ellie's retreating figure.

I laughed and shoved his shoulder.

"What?" He questioned.

"She's not an idiot. Of course she will," I chuckled, heading back to the triceratops.

When I reached her, a loud clap of thunder boomed across the sky and I flinched.

"Doctors, if you please, I have to insist that we get moving," Donald said, obviously wanting to leave before the storm started.

Ellie, Tim and Alan stood up.

"Oh. You know, if it's alright I'd like to stay with Doctor Harding and finish up with the Trike," Ellie said, looking to Doctor Harding for permission.

"Sure. I'm in a gas powered jeep. I can drop you off at the Visitor Centre before I head off to the boat with everyone else," he replied, pointing behind him to his jeep.

"Great. Then I'll catch up with you later," she said.

"Are you sure?" I asked her.

"Yeah, I want to stay a little longer," she said, moving to kneel next to the Trike's head.

"Alright. I'll see you later then," I said, turning to follow Gennaro back up the trail.

"Yeah..." she trailed off distractedly.

I could see that the storm was going to hit any time now so I jogged up the hill towards the cars.

I reached the second car and got in the back seat again, not really interested in the front seat. It's not like I'd be able to see anything in the rain anyway.

Alan and Ian joined me fairly soon afterwards, both sitting in the front.

Moments later, the cars started moving again and I sighed.

"Sorry guys but there's a big storm on the way and we are going to have to cut the tour short, I'm afraid," a voice said on the intercom.

"Damn," I said quietly.

The rain suddenly started pouring down and I frowned.

We drove in silence, not really talking aside from a comment here or there.

Eventually Alan spoke up.

"So, do you have any kids?" He asked Ian.

"Me? Oh, hell yeah. Three. I, uh, I love kids," he replied.

Wait. Did that mean he was married? A wave of anger and hurt rolled through my body. He's been flirting with me this whole trip, making me think he actually liked me and now I find out he's married?!

"Anything at all can and does happen. Same with wives for that matter," he grinned.

"You're married?" Alan asked. Ian took a swig from his flask and then offered it to Alan who denied politely. He shrugged.

"Occasionally. I'm, uh, always on the lookout for an ex-Mrs. Malcolm," he turned in his seat and winked at me with a wide grin, making butterflies flutter around my stomach. So he isn't married. That's a relief.

A few moments later, I noticed the CD-ROM turn off and I furrowed my brow. That wasn't supposed to happen, I'm pretty sure.

Then the car came to a sudden stop and I began to get worried.

"Hey, what'd I touch?" Alan asked, hands raised in the air in question.

"Uh, uh, you didn't touch anything. We stopped," Ian replied, looking out the window.

I moved forward and tried the radio.

"Hello? What's going on?" I called into it. I got static in response.

Alan then opened the door, held his hat to his head and then ran over to the other car, probably to check their radio.

"What about you, uh, miss Lyanna? Are you married?" Ian asked, turning to look at me.

"No. I don't have a boyfriend either. I told you earlier, remember?" I replied, watching Alan worriedly.

"Hey now. We'll be okay. It's just a power outage," he said, noticing my worried expression.

"Yeah..."

"Hey. We'll be fine," he said again, forcing me to look at him and rubbing my arm. I felt slightly calmer.

"There. There you go," he said, cracking a half smile in my direction. I couldn't help but smile back. His smile was infectious.

I saw Alan approach the car and I opened the door for him.

"Well?" I asked.

"Their radio is out too," he said, closing the door behind him.

"What does that mean then?" I asked.

"Well, we'll just have to wait," Alan said, sighing.

"Kids okay?" Ian asked him.

"I don't know. I didn't ask. Why wouldn't they be?" Alan asked.

"Kids get scared," he replied simply, eyes on the car in front of us.

"What's there to be scared of? It's just a hiccup in the power," Alan reasoned.

"I didn't say I was scared," Ian said, misinterpreting what Alan was saying.

"I didn't say you were scared."

"I know."

Alan opened his door and stuck his bottle out the door, collecting rainwater to drink. He offered some to me. I took a long swig and then handed it to Ian.

I lay down, stretching my body along the three seats. I closed my eyes and sighed. I was getting tired.

"You okay?" Ian asked. I opened my eyes and looked over at him.

"Yeah. It's been a long day. Just a little tired. That's a-" I cut myself off. Was it just me or did the ground just shake?

"Lyanna?" He asked. I hushed him and sat upright again, fully alert and heart beating like a jackhammer. The ground shook again.

"Can anybody else feel that?" I asked, eyes wide open and breath heavy.

"Feel what?" Alan asked.

I saw Gennaro running towards the bathroom across the road and I knew something was up.

"Where does he think he's going?" Alan asked.

"When you gotta go, you gotta go..." Ian trailed off.

I heard a twanging sound and I turned to the fence and I almostscreamed. The wires were breaking.

Updated on the 23rd of August, 2015.